THE ENDING OF A LETTER In one of the years to come we are going to be obliged to die, maybe even grow up. (Don’t lock up. Don’t make your mind up. Don’t shut the Book.)
Wie leicht wird Erde sein nur eine Wolke Abendliebe wenn schwarzgeheizte Rache vom Todesengle magnetisch angezogen an seinem Schneerock kalt und still verendet.
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, And sunset, and the colours of the earth. These had seen movement, and heard music; known Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are so many things I want to say about this post but I would be here for days - seriously - I really enjoyed this. I've been back to re-read about four times now!
When I am dead Cry for me a little Think of me sometimes But not too much. Think of me now and again As I was in life At some moments it's pleasant to recall But not for long. Leave me in peace And I shall leave you in peace And while you live Let your thoughts be with the living.
We are lucky we survived and that is why we should always honor those that didn't. I light a candle for the millions that haven't survived. They did not die in vain if we survivors continue to fight hate any time, place or way that we can.
The Cellist of Sarajevo is based on a real event that occurred in Sarajevo in 1992 after twenty-two of its citizens were killed in a brutal mortar attack while standing in line for bread. Vedran Smailovic, a professional musician, decided to honor those who died that day by playing his cello for twenty-two consecutive days at the site of the massacre, one day in honor of each of those who died.
I beg you do something something to justify your existence something that gives you the right to be dressed in your skin... ...learn to walk and to laugh because it would be too senseless after all for so many to have died while you live doing nothing with your life.
Thank you for expression an emotion that is so deeply felt by so many. Unfortunately, not often presented on any of these venues. You wonder, if not here, than where?
I agree, originally these blogs where intended to serve as a means to post written essays and narratives. Like books. But, more and more they have deteriorated into third rate ads for any nonsense under the sun.
Yes, I second that. I enjoy your written expressions in the English language and have learned much over this past year. So, it is my sincere hope you will continue.
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Wie leicht
wird Erde sein
nur eine Wolke Abendliebe
wenn Sternhaftes schwand
mit einem Rosenkuss
aus Nichts-
thank you for remembering
Muito obrigado
THE ENDING OF A LETTER
In one of the years to come we are going to be obliged to die, maybe
even grow up. (Don’t lock up. Don’t make your mind up. Don’t shut the Book.)
Hrvoje Pejakovic
Wie leicht
wird Erde sein
nur eine Wolke Abendliebe
wenn schwarzgeheizte Rache
vom Todesengle magnetisch
angezogen
an seinem Schneerock
kalt und still verendet.
Thank you,
...und Felsen die
als Alb gehockt
auf Menschenbrust
Schwermutgewichte
aus den Adern sprengen.
Thank you
transcending
Requiem aeternam dona eis,
Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Requiescant in pace.
Amen.
Be with us
as we call to mind
thepeople we have loved,
known or encountered
who are living with or
who have died from AIDS….
Do not be discouraged-
they are not forgotten.
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and cheeks.
All this is ended.
Rupert Brooke
There are so many things I want to say about this post but I would be here for days - seriously - I really enjoyed this. I've been back to re-read about four times now!
Faces unknown, faces official,
Faces of friends and colleagues, relatives,
A sea in the dim, incensed light of the church.
As long as we live,
they too will live;
For they are now a part of us:
As we remember them!
When I am dead
Cry for me a little
Think of me sometimes
But not too much.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moments it's pleasant to recall
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
And I shall leave you in peace
And while you live
Let your thoughts be with the living.
Thank you for remembering-
and
Thank you for the link
F.Y.I. picture-
Vedran Smailovic,
"the Cellist of Sarajevo",
playing in the Sarajevo National Library in 1992
Hvala lijepa
Tonight my heart aches, for I am remembering, mourning, and honoring...
Our sisters, our brothers, our children, that did not survive
Thank you for this beautiful tribute...
and your even more beautiful heart.
We are lucky we survived and that is why we should always honor those that didn't.
I light a candle for the millions that haven't survived. They did not die in vain if we survivors continue to fight hate any time, place or way that we can.
You are a very caring person to think so much about others.
Thank you!
The Cellist of Sarajevo is based on a real event that occurred in Sarajevo in 1992 after twenty-two of its citizens were killed in a brutal mortar attack while standing in line for bread. Vedran Smailovic, a professional musician, decided to honor those who died that day by playing his cello for twenty-two consecutive days at the site of the massacre, one day in honor of each of those who died.
As far as I'm concerned
I'm still there
dying there
a little more each day
dying over again
the death of those who died.
Charlotte Delbo
This dot on the map
this spot of blood
this spot of ashes
for millions
a nameless place.
This much they know
as for the rest
they think they know.
I beg you
do something
something to justify your existence
something that gives you the right
to be dressed in your skin...
...learn to walk and to laugh
because it would be too senseless
after all
for so many to have died
while you live
doing nothing with your life.
Charlotte Delbo
I have enjoyed reading the posts on this blog. Thanks-
Thank you, for posting what so many of us think, but cannot express. I am most appreciative.
What a deeply moving expression of an emotional thought. It must be very close to your heart.
Thank you for expression an emotion that is so deeply felt by so many.
Unfortunately, not often presented on any of these venues.
You wonder, if not here, than where?
I agree, originally these blogs where intended to serve as a means to post written essays and narratives. Like books.
But, more and more they have deteriorated into third rate ads for any nonsense under the sun.
Whatever the argument, I am grateful you are posting here.
Thank you for a most enjoyable experience.
Yes, I second that.
I enjoy your written expressions in the English language
and have learned much over this past year.
So, it is my sincere hope you will continue.
the most inspiring post and comments on the subject i have seen in a very long time. thank you
blog and comments are the best i have read in a long time
thanks
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