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Маладым ПаэтамНаталля Аляксееўна Арсеньнева
як старцы, вы па шчасце не цягнеце жмені. Вершы вашыя пугамі б'юць па людзёх, агнявымі маланкамі паляць сумленні.
Я б хацела гарэць i змагацца, як вы,
Мае дні
Нібы жоўтая восень,
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To Young Poetsby Natalla Arsiennieva
Stretch no hand to your future with a beggar's yearning. Your verse strikes at people as with whip or rod, And with lightning fires it sets the conscience burning.
I should like to blaze like you, to strive and fight,
My days flower like mist above fields shorn of grain.
Like the golden autumn, above life I stand,
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This poem was also included as part of the essay that was originally presented as part of the Conference, " The Role of the Belarusian Diaspora in Preserving and Developing Belarusian Culture," Francis Skaryna Belarusian Library and Museum, London, 29-30 September, 2001. Part of Conference publication published in 2003 (Skaryna Library, London), pages 79-91, and in the version published in 2004 ("BelFrance", Minsk; ISBN: 985-6425-27-1), pp. 61-70.
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