Friday 12 December 2014
Thursday 11 September 2014
To Maria Spiridonova
On her deliverance from prison
O thou who art so frail and pure and white
like the primsnows that fecundate thy sod,
thou who hast seen the shadowed cross of God
bow past thy cell in thy remorseless night.
O man-sent Maid to conquer hell, o rod
of burning steel that flowered into light,
Maria, thou shalt see the holiest sight
since woman saw her first child in her blood.
Sunday 3 August 2014
To us all towns are one
To us all towns are one, all men our kin.
Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill
Man's pains and pains' relief are from within.
Death's no new thing; nor do our bosoms thrill
When Joyous life seems like a luscious draught.
When grieved, we patient suffer; for, we deem
This much - praised life of ours a fragile raft
Borne down the waters of some mountain stream
Friday 1 August 2014
Anarchy
Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood,
Thou art the grisly
terror of our age.
"Wreck of all
order," cry the multitude,
"Art thou, and war
and murder's endless rage."
O, let them cry. To
them that ne'er have striven
The truth that lies
behind a word to find,
To them the word's
right meaning was not given.
They shall continue
blind among the blind.
Thursday 31 July 2014
The Prisoner
`Prisoner, tell me, who
was it that bound you?'
`It was my master,'
said the prisoner. `I thought I could outdo
everybody in the world
in wealth and power, and I amassed in
my own treasure-house
the money due to my king. When sleep
overcame me I lay upon
the bed that was for my lord, and on
waking up I found I was
a prisoner in my own treasure-house.'
`Prisoner, tell me, who
was it that wrought this unbreakable
chain?'
Friday 18 July 2014
Talking of Power and Love
Between all my torments between death and self
Between my despair and the reason for living
There is injustice and this evil of men
That I cannot accept there is my anger
There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain
There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece
The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope
For all the innocents who hate evil
Thursday 17 July 2014
I Am There
I come from there and remember,
I was born like
everyone is born, I have a mother
and a house with many
windows,
I have brothers,
friends and a prison.
I have a wave that
sea-gulls snatched away.
I have a view of my own
and an extra blade of grass.
I have a moon past the
peak of words.
I have the godsent food
of birds and an olive tree beyond the ken of time.
Wednesday 16 July 2014
Monday 7 July 2014
Sunday 6 July 2014
Friday 4 July 2014
Tuesday 1 July 2014
Be brave
Arouse, ye men of brain and brawn,
Unnumbered hosts that toil;
Assert your manhood,
break your chains:
Reclaim your own fair soil!
Too long beneath
oppression's lash
Ye've slaved for robber knaves;
And gave your all to
Church and State,
Contented to be slaves.
The day had come, your
night is done,
If you but act as men.
Be bold, be brave - the
world is yours,
March on and take it, then!
But no, you hesitate - and why?
Oh slaves! Why fear to die?
On! Do and dare! Be
brave! Be free!
Monday 30 June 2014
A Legend
A knave and a fool on an island were cast;
Their ship had gone down in the hurricane's blast.
On the island they met, while hungry and wet,
A wise man who aid to them gave;
They were given a home, with the freedom to roam,
Bounded by naught but the wave.
The fool, though demented, was easily contented
To live in this beautiful land:
But the knave was a schemer (there's plenty lots
meaner);
He thought out a wonderful plan.
Friday 27 June 2014
Thursday 26 June 2014
Tuesday 24 June 2014
Sunday 22 June 2014
Friday 20 June 2014
Wednesday 18 June 2014
To a Foil’d European Revolutionaire
Courage yet, my brother or my sister!
Keep on—Liberty is to
be subserv’d whatever occurs;
That is nothing that is
quell’d by one or two failures, or any number of failures,
Or by the indifference
or ingratitude of the people, or by any unfaithfulness,
Or the show of the
tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes.
What we believe in
waits latent forever through all the continents,
Invites no one,
promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed, knows
no discouragement,
Waiting patiently,
waiting its time.
Monday 16 June 2014
Saturday 14 June 2014
Consternados, rabiosos
Vámonos,
derrotando afrentas.
Ernesto
"CHE" Guevara
Así estamos
consternados
rabiosos
aunque esta muerte
sea
uno de los absurdos
previsibles
da vergüenza mirar
los cuadros
los sillones
las alfombras
sacar una botella
del refrigerador
teclear las tres
letras mundiales de tu nombre
en la rígida
máquina
que nunca
nuca estuvo
con la cinta tan
pálida
Friday 13 June 2014
If I were another
If I were another on
the road, I would not have looked
back, I would have said
what one traveler said
to another: Stranger!
awaken
the guitar more! Delay
our tomorrow so our road
may extend and space
may widen for us, and we may get rescued
from our story
together: you are so much yourself ... and I am
so much other than
myself right here before you!
Thursday 12 June 2014
Monday 9 June 2014
Aspiration
The sweetness of poverty like this…
To lose everything
yours, even the egoism of being,
So poor that you can
only belong to the crowd…
I gave away everything
mine, I spent all my being,
And I possess only what
in me is common to all..
The sweetness of
poverty like this…
I am not lonely any
more, I am dissolved among equal men!
I have walked. Long my
way
The emphatic mark of my
steps
Remained on ground wet
with morning dew.
Tuesday 3 June 2014
میں خواہش
I desire
Completion of your Love is what I desire
Look at
my sincerity what little I desire
It may
be oppression or the promise of
unveiling
Something
testing my perseverance I desire
May the
pious be happy with this Paradise
Only to
see your Countenance I desire
Though
I am but a tiny little heart I am so
bold
Sunday 1 June 2014
Monday 12 May 2014
I am the people, the mob
I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.
Do you know that all
the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman,
the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and
clothes.
I am the audience that
witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me
and the Lincolns. They die. And then I
send forth more Napoleons
and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I
am a prairie that will stand for much plowing.
Terrible storms pass over me. I forget.
The best of me is sucked out
and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death
comes to me and makes
me work and give up what I have. And I
forget.
Thursday 8 May 2014
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they
shall be one
With the man in the
wind and the west moon;
When their bones are
picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars
at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they
shall be sane,
Though they sink
through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost
love shall not;
And death shall have no
dominion.
Thursday 1 May 2014
Haymarket: May Day, 1939
August Spies: You may strangle this voice, but there will be a time when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle today.
Albert Parsons: O men
of America, let the voice of the people be heard!
Still bright, and
searing ignorance and fear,
This stronger beacon
that you tended burns
And on this day of each
advancing year
The memory of that
first May First
returns.
Reveille
Come forth, you workers!
Let the fires go cold
Let the iron spill out, out of the troughs
Let the iron run wild
Like a red bramble on the floors
Leave the mill and the foundry and the mine
And the shrapnel lying on the wharves
Leave the desk and the shuttle and the loom
Come,
With your ashen lives,
Your lives like dust in your hands.
Friday 25 April 2014
Two Religions
When revolution is outlined on the horizon
the old cauldron of
religions gets stirred up.
In normal times
religion meant going to
Mass
paying tithes for God's
house
baptizing children
and confessing sins to
keep one's account in order.
When revolution is
outlined on the horizon
churches remember the
masses
and come down from the
clouds and mysteries
and Sunday tranquility.
Wednesday 16 April 2014
To Those Born Later
I
Truly, I live in dark times!
The guileless word is folly. A smooth forehead
Suggests insensitivity. The man who laughs
Has simply not yet had
The terrible news.
What kind of times are they, when
A talk about trees is almost a crime
Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
That man there calmly crossing the street
Is already perhaps beyond the reach of his friends
Who are in need?
Monday 14 April 2014
I Wanted
I wanted to talk about life of all its melodious
corners I want to
gather in a river of words
the dreams and the
names what is left unsaid
in the newspapers the
pains of the solitary
surprised in the nooks
of the rain
rescue the leafless
parabolas of lovers and give them to you
laid before the games
played by a child
elaborating his sweet
daily destruction
I wanted to pronounce
the syllables of the people
the sounds of its grief
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