Hurl down into the faces of the thieves
The blaze of its intolerable light....
Fail not, for in your failure Freedom fails!
A Bargain
Scoffer, you cry, “Where is your ‘other world,’
Your fabled heaven in far eternities?”
Well said, but first, before your lip is curled,
Tell (’tis a little thing) where this world is!
“Inasmuch....”
Wild tempest swirled on Moscow’s castled height;