Modern Russian Poetry/The Salt Song
THE SALT SONG
(From "Who Can Live Happily in Russia?")
God's will be done!
No food he'll try,
The youngest son—
Look, he will die.
A crust I got,
Another bit—
He touched it not:
"Put salt on it!"
Of salt no shred,
No pinch I see!
"Take flour, instead,"
God whispered me.
Two bites, or one—
His mouth he pouts,
The little son.
"More salt!" he shouts.
The bit appears
Again all floured,
And wet with tears
It was devoured.
The mother said
She'd saved her dear. . . .
Salt was the bread—
How salt the tear!
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1942, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 81 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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