МОЛИТВА ПЕРЕД РОЖДЕНИЕМ
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I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that human race may with tall walls wall me,
With strong dope me, in blood-baths roll me.
I am not yet born, provide me.
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me,
Trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and white light
In the back of my mind to guide me.
I am not yet born, forgive me
For the sing that in me the world shall commit,
My words when they speak to me, my thoughts when they think me,
My treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
My live when they murder by means of my hands,
My death when they live me.
I am not yet born, rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take
When old man lecture me, bureaucrats hector me,
Mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me,
The white waves call me to folly and deserts calls me to doom
And the beggar refuses my gift
And my children curse me.
I am not yet born; O hear me,
Get not the man who thinks he is God come near me.
I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my humanity,
Would dragoon me into a lethal automation,
Would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face,
A thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entity,
Would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither
Like water held in the hands would spill me.
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me…
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