If you like poetry, you must read this one…It is simple, touching and very sweet in an old-fashioned way that I cannot describe since I find it extremely difficult to write about poetry. The poem closes with a line that is chilling in its implication, scary in the picture that rises before your eyes… we have so much to be thankful about.
“Refugee Blues”
Say this city has ten million souls
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.
The consul banged the table and said,
“If you’ve got no passport you’re officially dead”:
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year:
But where whall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said; “If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread”:
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; It was Hitler over Europe, saying, “They must die”:
O we were in is mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.
Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin, Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.
Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay, Saw the fish swimming if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw birds in the trees; They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dears, looking for you and me.
— W. H. Auden
In other news, we moved this weekend to our own home. It is a home that is large by our standards since I was born and raised in Bombay where 2 BHK flats are expensive and sometimes, unaffordable. This new home has two levels, a sloping backyard and a small lawn in the front. There is a huge master bedroom with a walk-in closet and two guest rooms on the first level. On the ground level is a beautiful living room and a dining room and an attached sun-room. It’s taking some time getting used to living in such a large place. If the cell-phone rings, I’ll have to first run around trying to locate it. Last night, I felt so thirsty and yet I didn’t drink water since I’d have to go downstairs to get it. That apart, it feels nice to have good working space in the kitchen. Even more attractive is the idea of growing our own vegetables, what a dream, huh?
Haven’t taken many pictures yet; there are too many boxes scattered around. Once I have the home in some semblance of order, I’ll post some pics.
Surprisingly, there is no feeling of exhiliration or pride. It is our first home, I agree. So what? There are more milestones that I have felt emotional about. I was happy in our rented apartment and I shall be happy in this new home as well!
murthys_r_us says:
Congratulations to both of you on your new home! May it bring great joy, contentment and everything good you could ever wish for.
June 12, 2006 — 11:37 pm
Lakshmi says:
Thanks!
June 13, 2006 — 7:35 pm
kookygoblin says:
I just saw the pictures and it looks lovely! Congratulations!
June 13, 2006 — 1:47 am
Lakshmi says:
Thanks, A…:-)
June 13, 2006 — 7:35 pm
radhika74 says:
congratulations!
June 13, 2006 — 4:30 am
Lakshmi says:
Thanks, Radhika.
June 13, 2006 — 7:36 pm
sthira says:
Thanks for the link to the poem. It’s very moving.
June 13, 2006 — 9:16 am
Lakshmi says:
You’re welcome. I really liked the simple way in which Auden brought forth the loneliness and dejection of being the one singled out. Also the imagery of the poem makes it seem all the more sombre.
June 13, 2006 — 7:37 pm
parag says:
If you don’t feel exhilaration, I won’t waste my congratulations on this occassion. But, it is great to have space to grow vegetables and buying a house is a sound money decision.
June 13, 2006 — 10:38 am
Lakshmi says:
If you don’t feel exhilaration, I won’t waste my congratulations on this occassion.
Ouch, guess I should have expressed some happiness at least.
June 13, 2006 — 7:38 pm
shri says:
Love the poem, and indulge the happiness! π
June 13, 2006 — 12:28 pm
Lakshmi says:
Thanks…:-)
June 13, 2006 — 7:39 pm
goofy_duck2004 says:
Congratulations! Wishing you both prosperous times ahead in your new abode.
June 13, 2006 — 2:51 pm
Lakshmi says:
Thanks, Manju.
June 13, 2006 — 7:39 pm
rishaindian says:
got you thru sumnthn2say …Congratulations!!
there is nothing like a walking closet and a kitchen garden to grow vegetables, curry leaves, mint , chilli etc…gardening is so relaxing.
its my dream to have a kitchen garden too π
June 13, 2006 — 2:54 pm
Lakshmi says:
Thanks! Do come by more often..:-)
June 13, 2006 — 7:40 pm
rishaindian says:
nice poem..it gave me shudders imagining it.
June 13, 2006 — 2:57 pm
Lakshmi says:
Poems about the Holocaust are just that. I have read some others that are more depressing.
June 13, 2006 — 7:40 pm
nithya says:
congratulations babe…
california on the other hand is much like bombay where everything is so not affordable..here most condos start at a million…
June 13, 2006 — 4:51 pm
Lakshmi says:
Thanks, Nithya. To own a home in CA must be the dream of many, I guess…
June 13, 2006 — 7:41 pm
Lakshmi says:
No pics uploaded yet…Will upload them soon.
June 13, 2006 — 7:36 pm