In the Microscope

 

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Here too are the dreaming landscapes,
 lunar, derelict.
 Here too are the masses,
 tillers of the soil.
 And cells, fighters
 who lay down their lives for a song.
Here too are cemeteries,
 fame and snow.
 And I hear the murmuring,
 the revolt of immense estates.

—Miroslav Holub

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