Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PARTY CARD NO. 224332, by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY


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PARTY CARD NO. 224332, by                    
First Line: Gigantic toilers' hands the world entire are raking
Last Line: Will by a hundred thousand thousand be replaced, I vow.


Gigantic toilers' hands the world entire are raking.
Their fingers sift and grope the soil -- but grope in vain.
O tell me, Party -- tell me -- what is it you are seeking?
"I've lost a party card," replied a voice in pain.

"Just a little card -- and yet, how great my sorrow!
No deeper loss our nation ever befell.
It was but yesterday I held it in my fingers.
Death dealt her blow -- and from my hands it fell.

"You, Proletarians, at every door now hammer!
Is he then really gone? Death not be denied?
One little party card -- one party card is missing --
And in our fighting ranks -- a huge gap, yawning wide!"

I heard my Party's call and felt how it was grieving,
And hard as forged and tempered steel my muscles grew.
O Party -- can you hear me? 'Tis you that I am greeting,
'Tis I -- a toiler from the mills, addressing you!

My Soviet country's son, I'm coming to you, Party.
O Party, can you hear me? A month or so from now
The party card that fell from Lenin's keeping
Will by a hundred thousand thousand be replaced, I vow.





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