| BLACK SHEEP |
Because she was a native of the town Of Posvol, local byword for its thieves, My father was reluctant to track down His mother's relatives--no tainted leaves Should hang upon the Silbert family tree! And yet two of her cousins had been jailed For having fought the Tsar's autocracy In Nineteen Five, the Year of Hope that failed. Deported to hard labour in the taiga (But first the Cossacks brought them home in chains And flogged them through the streets with a nagaika), They fade into a world of prison trains, Cells, work details. I'm proud that we're related: They stood and fought--the Silberts emigrated. |
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