Lady in Snow |
* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
If This Is a Man (1958, r) The Drowned and the Saved (1986, l) |
Shout, shout, up with your song!
Cry with the wind, for the dawn is breaking;
March, march, swing you along,
Wide blows our banner, and hope is waking.
Song with its story, dreams with their glory
Lo! they call, and glad is their word!
Loud and louder it swells,
Thunder of freedom, the voice of the Lord!
Long, long—we in the past
Cowered in dread from the light of heaven,
Strong, strong—stand we at last,
Fearless in faith and with sight new given.
Strength with its beauty, Life with its duty,
(Hear the voice, oh hear and obey!)
These, these—beckon us on!
Open your eyes to the blaze of day.
Comrades—ye who have dared
First in the battle to strive and sorrow!
Scorned, spurned—naught have ye cared,
Raising your eyes to a wider morrow,
Ways that are weary, days that are dreary,
Toil and pain by faith ye have borne;
Hail, hail—victors ye stand,
Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn!
Life, strife—those two are one,
Naught can ye win but by faith and daring.
On, on—that ye have done
But for the work of today preparing.
Firm in reliance, laugh a defiance,
(Laugh in hope, for sure is the end)
March, march—many as one,
Shoulder to shoulder and friend to friend.
The March of the Women
Ethel Smith (22 April 1858 – 8 May 1944)
Cicely Hamilton (15 June 1872 – 6 December 1952)
The Noise of Time |
Julian Barnes *19 January 1949
Patrice Lumumba (2 July 1925 – 17 January 1961)
All the HemispheresLeave the familiar for a while.Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed seasonOnto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.Make a new water-mark on your excitementAnd love.Like a blooming night flower,Bestow your vital fragrance of happinessAnd givingUpon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existenceLie beside an equatorIn your heart.
Greet YourselfIn your thousand other formsAs you mount the hidden tide and travelBack home.All the hemispheres in heavenAre sitting around a fireChattingWhile stitching themselves togetherInto the Great Circle inside ofYou.
From: 'The Subject Tonight is Love'
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Hafez (1316 – 1390)
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.