Mrs D.C. Macnair 2043 Pendrill St. Vancouver, Canada 
          This copy attached to "Follow [illegible] with reflection slip enclosed in folder. B
          
            
          
        
      
      IT IS NOT ENOUGH
      Since, in a Moscow hospital
      You cried "Abyssinia!" Barbusse,
      And died---- we have remembered. 
      
        
      
      The hot molten liquid
      Of words poured out in hope
      And defeat---these have burned us. 
      
        
      
      And now, taking stock of ourselves,
      Remembering your friend in song,
      Lorca, shot like a dog--- 
      
        
      
      Remembering thin tunics in Spain
      Words riddled from the mouths
      Of men by man-made steel, 
      
        
      
      Remembering the Czechs beaten
      To their knees without
      A fight, gagged by the wayside, 
      
        
      
      Now we know our strength
      Has been as the strength of one,
      Our will as water, our words 
      
        
      
      Not bitter shafts of light
      Striking the people; echoes
      Only, of words to be said. 
      
        
      
      Now we know setbacks, know
      We have not done enough with your cry
      And your life in action. 
      
        
      
      Energy has been spilled
      On the floor, not conserved
      In a glass jar for winter, 
      
        
      
      Struggle has been blind
      Relying too much on the fist
      Bared to the teeth of gunsx. 
      
        
      
      Now we know as Francis
      Knew, and Michael, both
      Smothered in Spanish soil: 
      
        
      
      It is not enough to be proud.
      And sure, shouting defiance;
      It is not enough to ignore 
      
        
      
      The enemy's cunning, his sheer
      Weight of steel, and mountains
      Of iron and chromium