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A Bit of Fun (2)
(Nguyen Dinh Dang, source) The Invisible Poem, F. Spagnoli “ “. This was an awesome verse, enough to drive you mad. Perhaps we might have known exactly what it said if white had not been...
Human Rights Poem (50): The Second Coming
The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,...
Human Rights Poem (49): The Slave’s Lament
The Slave’s Lament, Robert Burns It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall For the lands of Virginia-ginia O; Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more, And alas! I am w...
Human Rights Poem (48): The White House
The White House, Claude McKay Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. The pav...
Human Rights Poem (47): Refugee
Time for one of my own: Refugee (2), FIlip Spagnoli I’m a stranger, like hope in a world that doesn’t change or change in a world that doesn’t hope. And like all strangers I wash my ...
Human Rights Poem (46): A Pict Song
A Pict Song, Joseph Rudyard Kipling Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall, On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And Rome never heeds when we bawl. Her sentries pass on&#...
Human Rights Poem (45): I Sit and Look Out
I Sit and Look Out, Walt Whitman I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame, I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with ...
Human Rights Poem (44): The Elf King
The Elf king (Der Erlkönig), Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Who rides so late through night and wind? It is the father with his child. He has the little one well in the arm He holds him secure, he holds ...
Human Rights Poem (43): Musee des beaux arts
(Photograph: Jane Bown) Musee des beaux arts, W.H. Auden About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; how well, they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is ...
Human Rights Poem (42): The end and the beginning
The End and the Beginning, Wislawa Szymborska After every war someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the sides of the road, so t...
Human Rights Poem (41): The Solution
The Solution, Bertolt Brecht After the uprising of the 17th June The Secretary of the Writers Union Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee Stating that the people Had forfeited the confidence of ...
Human Rights Poem (40): Questions From A Worker Who Reads
Questions From A Worker Who Reads, Bertolt Brecht Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock? And Babylon, many times d...
Human Rights Poem (39): On The Critical Attitude
On The Critical Attitude, Bertolt Brecht The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But what in this case is an unfruitfu...
Human Rights Poem (38): Tortures
Tortures, Wislawa Szymborska Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has thin skin and blood right underneath, an adequate stock of teeth and na...
Human Rights Poem (37): Shema
Shema, Primo Levi You who live secure In your warm houses Who return at evening to find Hot food and friendly faces: Consider whether this is a man, Who labours in the mud Who knows no peace Who fight...
Human Rights Poem (36): Statue of Liberty
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden...
Human Rights Poem (35): Incantation
(copyright by Mikhail Lemkhin, www.lemkhin.com) Incantation, Czeslaw Milosz Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can preva...