Refractions - a poem for A. Voznesensky.

Refracting the motions of movements
Onto a page, catching the motives
And meanings in impossible ways,
In beautiful lines the poem
Breathes the breaths
Of its poet
down another living spine.

For the great tragedies
of sweet Russia
cut deep into his chest
And bravely,
Never could he
Rest

till its wounds were healing
And his nation reeling

Beneath his voice,

Forever Blest.

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