PBC0095: anxiety about future

PBC 95 expresses anxiety at the instability brought by war and revolution as well as some level of commitment to Russia, typically at the scale of one’s home city. In one instance Moscow is imagined as a strange “homeless shelter” where everyone is welcome since “everyone in Rus is homeless” (W453). In other instances the poet wrestles with the dilemma about staying or leaving Russia: “Why, having abandoned my friend/ and curly-headed child,/ Having abandoned my beloved city/ and homeland,/ will I wander like a black beggar/ Through a foreign capital?” (W12).