#UkrainianPoetry
#VasylStus
One hundred years since the birth of Sich...
1/2
One hundred years since Sich died.
Siberia. And Solovetsky cells.
And the stupid besieges the night
hell's edge and hell's cry.
A hundred years of tormented hopes,
and hopes, and faith, and blood
sons branded for love
a hundred hearts like a hundred torches.
But they grow from lychaks,
from a harem, from a dusty house
slaves grow to sons
of his mother Ukraine.
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2024-07-06 07:31:53
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