Into The Crowd

 

BY NICHOLAS ROERICH

 

My garment is ready. Now

I shall put on the mask.

Do not wonder, my friend, if the mask

Shall terrify. This is only

A visor. We shall have

To leave our house. Whom

Shall we meet? We know not. Why

Shall we appear? Against the assailants

We defend ourselves with the shield.

 

The mask is disturbing to thee?

It does not resemble me?

Under the brow is not seen

The glance of the eye? Deeply furrowed.

The forehead?

But soon we shall take off

The visor. And shall smile to each

Other, Now we shall enter

The crowd.

 

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