Absolutely, we love your poems. You grew
Out of our soil. We adore your work. And you
Out of our soil. We adore your work. And you
Love us in every line, every syllable of every word.
Not a country in the world with one like you.
We understand the engineering of the human
Soul, the science of stresses, technology of image
And color, the whole symphonic machinery
Of your verse, how dangerous they could be
In the ears of certain enemies of the revolution
Who never showed any true feeling for the people
As you have, who might be tempted to use you
Against the nation, your nation that knows
What's best and good, and I think even you’d agree,
The poems, so beautiful, make you unnecessary.
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