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You must write for children in the same way as you do for adults, only better. - Maxim Gorky

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Not Byron - of a different kind...

   


Not Byron - of a different kind
Chosen of fate, yet still unknown,
Outcast as he and driven from home
Yet Russian I - in heat and mind.

Earlier begun and earlier done
But slight will my achievement be...
And wrecked hopes lie like sunken suns
In my suol's depths as in the sea.

Who, gloomy ocean depth has told
Your tale of mysteries? And who - if anyone
My thoughts can to the mob unfold?
Why - I myself, or God, or none.

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