Sunday, August 14, 2011

Ode to President Lincoln

A picture hangs on my room,
so close to heart of mine, deepest,
who´s depicted on it – is Lincoln,
he is speaking on it to the people.
Look, bend in the wind stormy lindens,
a tempest in October is loud
and there, in historical wind-fair
great Lincoln talks to the crowd.
Our Lincoln is speaking and watching:
worker´s mass there above him lies.
I watch from the window of picture
his pleasing, courageous eyes.

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