#2518 - Thursday, July 6, 2006 - Editor: Jerry Katz
- #2518 - Thursday, July 6, 2006 - Editor: Jerry KatzNondual Highights archive and search engine: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htmÓ: Lynsey Kiely [mailto:lynseykiely@...]
Seolta: 06 July 2006 13:17
Chuig: Gabriel Rosenstock
Ábhar: Sunday IndependentMr Rosenstock,We are compiling a spread to commemorate the Battle of the Somme whichwill be published this Sunday (July 9th). Our focus is on two relevantpoems: In Flanders Fields by John McCrae and The Gift of Love by TomKettle (printed below).We are asking high profile members of the Irish literary circle fortheir personal opinions on the poems and whether the poems have anycontemporary relevance.We would very much appreciate your contribution.Kind regardsLynsey Kiely 086 3109923Andrea Byrne 0879702846THE GIFT OF LOVEby Tom Kettle (1880-9th September 1916)In wiser days, my darling rosebud, blownTo beauty proud as was your mother's prime -In that desired, delayed incredible timeYou'll ask why I abandoned you, my own,And the dear breast that was your baby's throneTo dice with death, and, oh! They'll give you rhymeAnd reason; one will call the thing sublime,And one decry it in a knowing tone.So here, while the mad guns curse overhead,And tired men sigh, with mud for couch and floor,Know that we fools, now with the foolish dead,Died not for Flag, nor King, nor Emperor,But for a dream, born in a herdsman's shed,And for the Secret Scripture of the poor.
IN FLANDERS FIELDSBy: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)Canadian ArmyIn Flanders Fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.
Dear Lynsey,Poems that celebrate war are as obscene as war itself. Allow me, kindly, to quote something meaningful on the whole dirty business of war. It's from Volume II of Zen: The Path of Paradox by Osho:'A man of peace is not a pacifist, a man of peace is simply a pool of silence. He pulsates a new kind of energy into the world, he sings a new song. He lives in a totally new way - his very way of life is that of grace, that of prayer, that of compassion. Whomsoever he touches, he creates more love-energy.The man of peace is creative. He is not against war, because to be against anything is to be at war. He is not against war, he simply understands why war exists. And out of that understanding he becomes peaceful. Only when there are many people who are pools of peace, silence, understanding, will war disappear.'So, we need to create pools (and poems) of silence, pools of peace – not pools of blood.Warm wishes,GabrielGabriel Rosenstock is a poet, haikuist and translator. Member of Aosdána. His latest bilingual book is Rogha Dánta/ Selected Poems published by Cló Iar-Chonnachta.Gabriel is a frequent contributor to The Nondual Highlights.