Nothing is ever certain, nothing is ever safe, <br />To-day is overturning yesterday's settled good. <br />Everything dying keeps a hungry grip on life. <br />Nothing is ever born without screaming and blood. <br />Understand the weapon, understand the wound: <br />What shapeless past was hammered to action by his deeds, <br />Only in constant action was his constant certainty found. <br />He will throw a longer shadow as time recedes. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.<br /><br />Rupert John Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sergei-mironovitch-kirov/
