[Reader-list] Fw: cycle of history

[Hansa Thapliyal]

got this from a friend who has been the other phone end of long disturbed conversations. 
any idea who the author is?  my sister associated the last paragraph with the vigil on the indo pak border she was tellingme about only this evening, before we read this- apparently it happens every year, and the two lots of people are never alowed to go over to the ' other side'  but they keep trying.
hansa

A beautiful poem I got from a friend in response to recent events..
 
PV


September 1, 1939
> > >
> > > I sit in one of the dives
> > > On Fifty-second Street
> > > Uncertain and afraid
> > > As the clever hopes expire
> > > Of a low dishonest decade:
> > > Waves of anger and fear
> > > Circulate over the bright
> > > And darkened lands of the earth,
> > > Obsessing our private lives;
> > > The unmentionable odour of death
> > > Offends the September night.
> > >
> > > Accurate scholarship can
> > > Unearth the whole offence
> > > >From Luther until now
> > > That has driven a culture mad,
> > > Find what occurred at Linz,
> > > What huge imago made
> > > A psychopathic god:
> > > I and the public know
> > > What all schoolchildren learn,
> > > Those to whom evil is done
> > > Do evil in return.
> > >
> > > Exiled Thucydides knew
> > > All that a speech can say
> > > About Democracy,
> > > And what dictators do,
> > > The elderly rubbish they talk
> > > To an apathetic grave;
> > > Analysed all in his book,
> > > The enlightenment driven away,
> > > The habit-forming pain,
> > > Mismanagement and grief:
> > > We must suffer them all again.
> > >
> > > Into this neutral air
> > > Where blind skyscrapers use
> > > Their full height to proclaim
> > > The strength of Collective Man,
> > > Each language pours its vain
> > > Competitive excuse:
> > > But who can live for long
> > > In an euphoric dream;
> > > Out of the mirror they stare,
> > > Imperialism's face
> > > And the international wrong.
> > >
> > > Faces along the bar
> > > Cling to their average day:
> > > The lights must never go out,
> > > The music must always play,
> > > All the conventions conspire
> > > To make this fort assume
> > > The furniture of home;
> > > Lest we should see where we are,
> > > Lost in a haunted wood,
> > > Children afraid of the night
> > > Who have never been happy or good.
> > >
> > > The windiest militant trash
> > > Important Persons shout
> > > Is not so crude as our wish:
> > > What mad Nijinsky wrote
> > > About Diaghilev
> > > Is true of the normal heart;
> > > For the error bred in the bone
> > > Of each woman and each man
> > > Craves what it cannot have,
> > > Not universal love
> > > But to be loved alone.
> > >
> > > >From the conservative dark
> > > Into the ethical life
> > > The dense commuters come,
> > > Repeating their morning vow;
> > > "I will be true to the wife,
> > > I'll concentrate more on my work,"
> > > And helpless governors wake
> > > To resume their compulsory game:
> > > Who can release them now,
> > > Who can reach the deaf,
> > > Who can speak for the dumb?
> > >
> > > All I have is a voice
> > > To undo the folded lie,
> > > The romantic lie in the brain
> > > Of the sensual man-in-the-street
> > > And the lie of Authority
> > > Whose buildings grope the sky:
> > > There is no such thing as the State
> > > And no one exists alone;
> > > Hunger allows no choice
> > > To the citizen or the police;
> > > We must love one another or die.
> > >
> > > Defenceless under the night
> > > Our world in stupor lies;
> > > Yet, dotted everywhere,
> > > Ironic points of light
> > > Flash out wherever the Just
> > > Exchange their messages:
> > > May I, composed like them
> > > Of Eros and of dust,
> > > Beleaguered by the same
> > > Negation and despair,
> > > Show an affirming flame.

oops just discovered, it is auden- the famousness does not appeal so much now- also because auden went on to join the fascists? am i wrong onthis- shoudl i have not written this at the end- the poem is heart breakingly - beautiful(sorry for that word)

on another list, minstrels at yahoogroups.com
this poem appeared with this note appended.
The poem (which has long been my favorite in English) speaks for itself. I
might just note that in fact, as Auden himself pointed out some years later,
we must love one another *and* die; it's a little light-minded to suppose
that somehow love conquers mortality. It doesn't, though it can make the
knowledge of mortality bearable. 

-- jvb


 
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