Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Longing

    “Every person has a longing to be significant; to make a contribution; to be part of something noble and purposeful.”— John C. Maxwell

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“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I am gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. May be the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

       Midweek Motif ~ Longing

Longing is an all-embracing emotion. Intentionally or unwittingly we incorporate ‘longing’ in whatever we do. It’s our driving force.

When I look around I find young people desperately longing for freedom, stability; some ambitious ones running after wealth and fame; older ones with an eye for the happy bygone days now yearn for fulfillment; some long for joy, wellbeing and peace; in the face of adversity many simply long to escape; everyone wants to belong somewhere.

Longing to write in an almost impossible condition had prison- literature flourish in many countries. The famous Turkish poet, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, director and memoirist Nâzım Hikmet Ran was repeatedly arrested for his political beliefs and spent much of his adult life in prison or in exile. This much for those who long for creativity, words.

I cannot resist sharing one of Ran’s poem I Come and Stand at Every Door.

[It’s a plea for peace from a seven-year-old girl, ten years after she has perished in the atomic bomb attack at Hiroshima, Wikipedia] :

I come and stand at every door

But no one hears my silent tread

I knock and yet remain unseen

For I am dead, for I am dead.

I'm only seven although I died

In Hiroshima long ago

I'm seven now as I was then

When children die they do not grow.

My hair was scorched by swirling flame

My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind

Death came and turned my bones to dust

And that was scattered by the wind.

I need no fruit, I need no rice I

need no sweet, nor even bread

I ask for nothing for myself

For I am dead, for I am dead.

All that I ask is that for peace

You fight today, you fight today

So that the children of this world

May live and grow and laugh and play.

What do you long for?

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I Wish I'd Written This

My Rainbow Race

By Pete Seeger (1919-2014)

One blue sky above us, one ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round, who could ask for more?
And because I love you I'll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race, it's too soon to die

Some folks want to be like an ostrich
Bury their heads in the sand
Some hope that plastic dreams
Can unclench all those greedy hands

Some hope to take the easy way
Poisons, bombs, they think we need 'em
Don't you know you can't kill all the unbelievers?
There's no shortcut to freedom

One blue sky above us, one ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round, who could ask for more?
And because I love you I'll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race, it's too soon to die

Go tell, go tell all the little children
Tell all the mothers and fathers too
Now's our last chance to learn to share
What's been given to me and you

One blue sky above us, one ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round, who could ask for more?
And because I love you I'll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race, it's too soon to die

One blue sky above us, one ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round, who could ask for more?

I'm sure you're all well aware that singer and activist Pete Seeger died a few days ago, aged 94. He left us more famous songs than this one — We Shall Overcome, Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Little Boxes, my favourite Guantanamera, and many more — but he himself wrote only a few of them, though he adapted the others and made them his own.  What stirring songs they all were! He never gave up trying to inspire us by his songs to make the world a better place.

Some songs are such great poetry that the lyrics can stand alone. Songs by Dylan and Cohen spring to mind. Most of Pete Seeger's songs are inseparable from the music, relying on repetitions which are wonderful when sung but could be a tad boring as words on a page. In My Rainbow Race, which he wrote in 1971, the words are softer and the alternating of verse and chorus more conventional, so it works without the music too. It's a peace song of course, and I think it can work as an environmental song as well. I like the focus on what is right with our world, rather than emphasising what is wrong — though that is not shirked.

But a song deserves its music; to hear it, go to this YouTube link.

Pete Seeger's story is well known, I believe. If you would like full details, the link on his name, above, takes you to the Wikipedia article. And there's another take on it in Bruce Springsteen's speech at Seeger's 90th birthday celebration.

At 91 he was still actively supporting Amnesty. At 92 he was participating in Occupy Wall Street. He always supported such causes not only with his presence but also his music. He believed that was what his music was for — and I believe his music will live. He seems to have had a great capacity for joy, and in his old age he delighted in teaching schoolchildren in his neighbourhood about both singing and life. A man of idealism and true simplicity, he will be — in the words of a Bob Dylan song which Seeger himself recorded in 2011 — 'forever young'.

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