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Revolution of Young Stalin
A time of Revolution for a Poet
was at hand.
of turbulence and triumph...
independent in a land.
On Golovinsky Prospect to the
main street of Tiflis,
exploits of Djugashvili...
Tilipuchui Tavern was a fleese.
European fashions, Pushkin
gardens, grand hotels...
often singing melodies, he
claimed poetry for his swells.
A wandering existence of a
Bolshevik to be...
the perfect crime was hidden...
as a mask, a Robbery!
A Poet was becoming... a
Romantic in his life,
with a faith devoted to a
struggle, storm and strife!
Yet he never wavered, an
existence he believed...
that he alone was destined,
trial and suffering he'd achieve.
Liberation-freedom and the
forces of a chain,
death and combat were
essential for a lasting thing to
gain.
The only lasting thing, torn with
conflict on the brink...
this would mark a struggle for a
cause within a link.
There was constant trouble and
a lasting reprimand.
Return to Seminary would not
happen, eer again.
Yet he chose philosophy... he
created from the start...
A prisoner and in exile,
Revolution was his art!
A new world he would order
from Baku to Petrograd.
Upon the Russian stage he'd
step, perhaps he had gone
mad!
But he would bear a will... that
remained for all his days...
forever in a shadow,
contradiction in a haze.
Chenyshevsky, Dostoevsky,
and "the Devils" were his due...
A Russian Revolution became
the making of a Coo!
Robert's Book of Poetry
From "Young Stalin" by Simon
Sebag Montfiore
March 10, 2010
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