7th of November:
Ode to a Day of Victories
Pablo Neruda (1941)
I greet you, Soviet Union, on this day,
With humility: I am a writer and a poet.
My father was railroad worker: we were always poor.
Yesterday I was with you, far off, in my little
country of great rains. There your name grew
hot, burning in the people’s breasts
until it touched my country’s lofty sky!
Today I think of them, they are all with you!