` <br /> <br /> <br />Arise, and walk along these streets, <br />breathe and partake of the dregs <br />of the mighty industrial age; <br />paint the colours of its appeal - <br /> <br />toxic fumes that light the path <br />to days only just imagined. <br /> <br /> <br />Parted lips bare wisdom, <br />shatter the silence that shackles; <br />within parched throat, sealed <br />sounds peal from the belfry - <br /> <br />tender whispers caress <br />each unknown orphaned heart. <br /> <br /> <br />Lift high the banner brave; <br />let the bitter winds bite <br />lash fierce its tattered frame, <br />light gapes through its holes- <br /> <br />release the soul's query: <br />How can one forgive what is forgotten? <br /> <br /> <br />Illumine the dim horizon; <br />extricate each sole from bog and mire. <br />Grab the morning call, <br />Borrow its voice if you must - <br /> <br />Stir up the spirit from slumber; <br />the darkness of night will not prevail. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />` <br /> <br />(16 November 1880 - 7 August 1921) one of the most gifted Russian lyrical poets.<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aleksander-blok/
