Here am I-breathing, <br />Working, <br />Living <br />And Writing my poetry <br />(My best to it giving). <br />Life and I glower <br />Across at each other, <br />and with it I struggle <br />with all my power <br /> <br />Life and I quarell, <br />But don't draw the moral <br />That I despise it. <br />No, just the opposite! <br />Though I should perish, <br />Life with its brutal <br />Claws of steel <br />Still I would cherish, <br />Still I would cherish! <br /> <br />Suppose round my neck they tie fast <br />The rope <br />And they ask: <br />'Would you like one more hour to live?' <br />I would instantly cry: <br />'Untie! <br />Untie! <br />Come, quickly untie <br />The rope, you devils!' <br /> <br />For Life there is nothing <br />would not dare. <br />I would fly <br />A prototype plane in the sky, <br />I'd climbe in a roaring <br />Rocket, exploring <br />Alone <br />In space <br />Distant <br />Planets. <br /> <br />Still would I feel <br />A joyous thrill <br />Gazing <br />Up <br />At the blue sky. <br />Still would I feel <br />A joyous thrill <br />To be alive, <br />To go on living. <br /> <br />But look, suppose <br />You took-how much?- <br />A single grain <br />From this my faith, <br />Then would I rage, <br />I would rage from pain <br />Like a panther <br />Pierced to the heart. <br /> <br />For what of me <br />Would there remain? <br />After the teft <br />I'd be distraught. <br />To put it plainly <br />And more directly- <br />aftre the teft <br />I would be naught. <br /> <br />Maybe you wish <br />You could erase <br />My faith <br />In happy days, <br />My faith <br />That tomorrow <br />Life will be finer, <br />Life will be wiser? <br /> <br />Pray, how will you smash it? <br />With bullets? <br />No! That is useless! <br />Stop! It is not worth it! <br /> <br />My faith has strong armour <br />In my sturdy breast, <br />And bullets able to shatter <br />My faith <br />Do not exist, <br />Do not exist!<br /><br />Nikola Vaptsarov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faith-181/
