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Campus "Unrest" demonstrations and consequences, 1970-1971

1971-11-12 American Report: Review of Religion and American Power Page 9

AMERICAN REPORT 5-S

"Allison was radical - if being young and bright and warm is radical.
"Allison was radical - if having a sense of justice and a sense of honor and a sense of humor is radical. 
"Allison was radical - if having an pen mind and a great thirst for all kinds of ideas and opinions and points of view is radical. 
"Allison was radical - if being full of love and full of life is radical. 
"Then, my God may we all be so radical."
- Dr. M.J. Lunine Dean 
Kent State University 
Honors College
At Allison Krause's funeral 

The following poem, by Russia's leading poet, Yevgeny Yevtushenko, is dedicated to Allison Krause. It was published in Pravada, the Communist part newspaper, and appears below as translated by the New York Times. 

Lawrence Frank


FLOWERS AND BULLETS

Anyone who loves flower is naturally not liked by bullets. 
Bullets are jealous ladies Can one expect kindness!
Nineteen year old Allison Krause, 
You were killed because
You loved flowers
It was
An expression of purest hope; 
In the split second
When defenseless as the thin pulse of conscience
You placed a flower
In the barrel of the Guardsman's rifle
And said
"Flowers are better than bullets."
Don't give a gift of flowers to a state 
Where truth is punished. 
The response of such a state
is cynical and cruel, 
And that's what the response was to you. 
Allison Krause, 
Bullets, 
Pushing out the flower. 
Let all the apple trees of the world,
Not in white 
But in mourning be clothed. 
Ah, how sweet the lilacs smell
But you don't feel anything 
As the President said about you, 
You are a "bum."
Every dead person is a bum, 
But this is not his fault 
You lie on the grass
With candy stick in your cheek 
You won't put on any new clothes
You won't read any new books. 
You were a student.
You studied fine arts
But there is another art - 
It is bloody and terrible . 
In this hangman's art there also obviously 
Are geniuses. 
Who was Hitler?
A Cubist of new gas chambers. 
In the name of all flowers 
I curse your creations, 
You architects of lies. 
Conductors of murders
Mothers of the world moan:
"O, God, O, God" 
And fortune tellers are afraid to predict the future. 
At this moment, a rock and roll of bones
Is danced by death in Viet Nam 
And Cambodia 
And what theatre
Will it find tomorrow to perform in? 
Rise up, girls of Tokyo, 
Boys of Rome
Gather flowers
Against the evil enemy of all, 
Blow together on all the dandelions of the world -
O what a great storm there will be !
Flowers, gather for war! 
Punish the oppressors!
One tulip after another 
One daisy after another
Burst forth in anger 
From tidy gardens, 
Stuff with earthy roots
The throats of all hypocrites. 
You, the Jasmine , clog
The propellers of mine layers
You the nettles, stick firmly to the lenses. 
Covering up the gun sights 
Get up Lilies of the Ganges
And the Lotus of the Nile -
And block the props of airplanes, Pregnant with death of children. 
Roses, don't be proud because they sell you. 
For a little more. 
Although it is nice to touch the tender cheeks of a young girl. 
Pierce
The gas tanks
Of bombers, 
With your thorns grown longer
And sharper. 
Against them you cannot ruse up with flowers only
Their stems are too fragile  - 
Their petals are a good defense. 
But a Viet Nam girl - 
the same age as Allison - 
Taking in her hand a gun 
Is an armed flower, 
The wrath of the people
If also the flowers rise, 
Then it is no use to play children's games with History. 
Young America
Tie up the hands of killers. 
Grow
Grow 
The escalation of truth 
Against the trampling of the life of people, 
The escalation of lies. 
Flowers, gather for war 
Defend beauty. 
Flood the highways and byways 
Like the menacing flow of an army, 
And in the ranks of people and flowers
Rise up murdered Allison Krause, 
Like the Immortelle of the epoch- 
The thorny flower of protest. 

- Yevgeny Yevtushenko

IN LIVING MEMORY OF 
ALLISON KRAUSE
JEFFREY MILLER
SANDRA SCHEUER
WILLIAM SCHROEDER
MAY 4 1970

Lawrence Frank

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AMERICAN REPORT 5-S "Allison was radical - if being young and bright and warm is radical. "Allison was radical - if having a sense of justice and a sense of honor and a sense of humor is radical. "Allison was radical - if having an pen mind and a great thirst for all kinds of ideas and opinions and points of view is radical. "Allison was radical - if being full of love and full of life is radical. "Then, my God may we all be so radical." - Dr. M.J. Lunine Dean Kent State University Honors College At Allison Krause's funeral The following poem, by Russia's leading poet, Yevgeny Yevtushenko, is dedicated to Allison Krause. It was published in Pravada, the Communist part newspaper, and appears below as translated by the New York Times. Lawrence Frank FLOWERS AND BULLETS Anyone who loves flower is naturally not liked by bullets. Bullets are jealous ladies Can one expect kindness! Nineteen year old Allison Krause, You were killed because You loved flowers It was An expression of purest hope; In the split second When defenseless as the thin pulse of conscience You placed a flower In the barrel of the Guardsman's rifle And said "Flowers are better than bullets." Don't give a gift of flowers to a state Where truth is punished. The response of such a state is cynical and cruel, And that's what the response was to you. Allison Krause, Bullets, Pushing out the flower. Let all the apple trees of the world, Not in white But in mourning be clothed. Ah, how sweet the lilacs smell But you don't feel anything As the President said about you, You are a "bum." Every dead person is a bum, But this is not his fault You lie on the grass With candy stick in your cheek You won't put on any new clothes You won't read any new books. You were a student. You studied fine arts But there is another art - It is bloody and terrible . In this hangman's art there also obviously Are geniuses. Who was Hitler? A Cubist of new gas chambers. In the name of all flowers I curse your creations, You architects of lies. Conductors of murders Mothers of the world moan: "O, God, O, God" And fortune tellers are afraid to predict the future. At this moment, a rock and roll of bones Is danced by death in Viet Nam And Cambodia And what theatre Will it find tomorrow to perform in? Rise up, girls of Tokyo, Boys of Rome Gather flowers Against the evil enemy of all, Blow together on all the dandelions of the world - O what a great storm there will be ! Flowers, gather for war! Punish the oppressors! One tulip after another One daisy after another Burst forth in anger From tidy gardens, Stuff with earthy roots The throats of all hypocrites. You, the Jasmine , clog The propellers of mine layers You the nettles, stick firmly to the lenses. Covering up the gun sights Get up Lilies of the Ganges And the Lotus of the Nile - And block the props of airplanes, Pregnant with death of children. Roses, don't be proud because they sell you. For a little more. Although it is nice to touch the tender cheeks of a young girl. Pierce The gas tanks Of bombers, With your thorns grown longer And sharper. Against them you cannot ruse up with flowers only Their stems are too fragile - Their petals are a good defense. But a Viet Nam girl - the same age as Allison - Taking in her hand a gun Is an armed flower, The wrath of the people If also the flowers rise, Then it is no use to play children's games with History. Young America Tie up the hands of killers. Grow Grow The escalation of truth Against the trampling of the life of people, The escalation of lies. Flowers, gather for war Defend beauty. Flood the highways and byways Like the menacing flow of an army, And in the ranks of people and flowers Rise up murdered Allison Krause, Like the Immortelle of the epoch- The thorny flower of protest. - Yevgeny Yevtushenko IN LIVING MEMORY OF ALLISON KRAUSE JEFFREY MILLER SANDRA SCHEUER WILLIAM SCHROEDER MAY 4 1970 Lawrence Frank