Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

--- Sheenagh Pugh

'Wild Child'

'They caught all the wild children,
and put them in zoos,
They made them do sums
and wear sensible shoes.
They put them to bed
at the wrong time of day,
And made them sit still
when they wanted to play.
They scrubbed them with soap
and they made them eat peas.
They made them behave and
say pardon and please.
They took all their wisdom
and wildness away.
​
That's why there are none
in the forests today.'
​
--- Jeanne Willis

रोटी और संसद

एक आदमी
रोटी बेलता है
एक आदमी रोटी खाता है
एक तीसरा आदमी भी है
जो न रोटी बेलता है, न रोटी खाता है
वह सिर्फ रोटी से खेलता है
मैं पूछता हूँ -
'यह तीसरा आदमी कौन है ?'
मेरे देश की संसद मौन है l


---धूमिल

जूठे पत्ते

क्या देखा है तुमने नर को, नर के आगे हाथ पसारे?
क्या देखे हैं तुमने उसकी, आँखों में खारे फव्वारे?

देखे हैं? फिर भी कहते हो कि तुम नहीं हो विप्लवकारी?
तब तो तुम पत्थर हो, या महाभयंकर अत्याचारी।

लपक चाटते जूठे पत्ते, जिस दिन मैंने देखा नर को,
उस दिन सोचा क्यों न लगा दूँ, आज आग इस दुनिया भर को,

यह भी सोचा क्यों न टेंटुआ, घोटा जाय स्वयं जगपति का,
जिसने अपने ही स्वरूप को, रूप दिया इस घृणित विकृति का,

जगपति कहाँ? अरे, सदियों से, वह तो हुआ राख की ढेरी।
वरना समता संस्थापन, में लग जाती क्या इतनी देरी।

छोड़ आसरा अलख शक्ति का, रे नर, स्वयं जगपति तू है।
तू गर जूठे पत्ते चाटे, तो मुझ पर लानत हे, थू है।

कैसा बना रूप यह तेरा, घृणित, दलित, वीभत्स भयंकर,
नहीं याद क्या मुझको, तू है चिर सुन्दर, नवीन, प्रलयंकर,

भिक्षा-पात्र फक हाथों से, तरे स्नायु बड़े बलशाली,
अभी उठेगा प्रलय नींद से, जरा बजा तू अपनी ताली,

औ भिखमंगे, अरे पतित तू, मजलूम, अरे चिरदोहित।
तू अखंड भण्डार शक्ति का, जाग अरे निद्रा संमोहित।

प्राणों को तड़पाने वाली, हुँक्कारों से जल-थल भर दे,
अनाचार के अम्बारों में, अपना ज्वलित फलीता धर दे।

भूखा देख मुझे गर उमड़ें, आँसू नयनों में जग-जन के,
तो तू कह दे नहीं चाहिये, हमको रोने वाले जनखे,

तेरी भूख, जिहालत तेरी, यदि न उभाड़ सके क्रोधानल-
तो फिर समझूँगा कि हो गई, सारी दुनिया कायर, निर्बल,

---पंडित बालकृष्ण शर्मा “नवीन”

जो पुल बनाएंगे

जो पुल बनाएंगे
वे अनिवार्यत:
पीछे रह जाएंगे।
सेनाएँ हो जाएंगी पार
मारे जाएंगे रावण
जयी होंगे राम,
जो निर्माता रहे
इतिहास में
बन्दर कहलाएंगे

---अज्ञेय

BABI YAR

No monument stands over Babi Yar.
A steep cliff only, like the rudest headstone.
I am afraid.
Today, I am as old
As the entire Jewish race itself.

I see myself an ancient Israelite.
I wander o’er the roads of ancient Egypt
And here, upon the cross, I perish, tortured
And even now, I bear the marks of nails.

It seems to me that Dreyfus is myself. *1*
The Philistines betrayed me – and now judge.
I’m in a cage. Surrounded and trapped,
I’m persecuted, spat on, slandered, and
The dainty dollies in their Brussels frills
Squeal, as they stab umbrellas at my face.

I see myself a boy in Belostok *2*
Blood spills, and runs upon the floors,
The chiefs of bar and pub rage unimpeded
And reek of vodka and of onion, half and half.

I’m thrown back by a boot, I have no strength left,
In vain I beg the rabble of pogrom,
To jeers of “Kill the Jews, and save our Russia!”
My mother’s being beaten by a clerk.

O, Russia of my heart, I know that you
Are international, by inner nature.
But often those whose hands are steeped in filth
Abused your purest name, in name of hatred.

I know the kindness of my native land.
How vile, that without the slightest quiver
The antisemites have proclaimed themselves
The “Union of the Russian People!”

It seems to me that I am Anna Frank,
Transparent, as the thinnest branch in April,
And I’m in love, and have no need of phrases,
But only that we gaze into each other’s eyes.
How little one can see, or even sense!
Leaves are forbidden, so is sky,
But much is still allowed – very gently
In darkened rooms each other to embrace.

-“They come!”

-“No, fear not – those are sounds
Of spring itself. She’s coming soon.
Quickly, your lips!”

-“They break the door!”

-“No, river ice is breaking…”

Wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar,
The trees look sternly, as if passing judgement.
Here, silently, all screams, and, hat in hand,
I feel my hair changing shade to gray.

And I myself, like one long soundless scream
Above the thousands of thousands interred,
I’m every old man executed here,
As I am every child murdered here.

No fiber of my body will forget this.
May “Internationale” thunder and ring *3*
When, for all time, is buried and forgotten
The last of antisemites on this earth.

There is no Jewish blood that’s blood of mine,
But, hated with a passion that’s corrosive
Am I by antisemites like a Jew.
And that is why I call myself a Russian!

--- Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Translated by Benjamin Okopnik

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NOTES
—–1 – Alfred Dreyfus was a French officer, unfairly dismissed from service in 1894 due to trumped-up charges prompted by anti- Semitism.

2 – Belostok: the site of the first and most violent pogroms, the Russian version of KristallNacht.

3 – “Internationale”: The Soviet national anthem.

The Development Set

‘Excuse me, friends, I must catch my jet
I’m off to join the Development Set;
My bags are packed, and I’ve had all my shots
I have traveller’s checks and pills for the trots!

The Development Set is bright and noble
Our thoughts are deep and our vision global;
Although we move with the better classes
Our thoughts are always with the masses.

In Sheraton Hotels in scattered nations
We damn multi-national corporations;
injustice seems easy to protest
In such seething hotbeds of social rest.

We discuss malnutrition over steaks
And plan hunger talks during coffee breaks.
Whether Asian floods or African drought,
We face each issue with open mouth.

We bring in consultants whose circumlocution
Raises difficulties for every solution –
Thus guaranteeing continued good eating
By showing the need for another meeting.

The language of the Development Set
Stretches the English alphabet;
We use swell words like “epigenetic”
“Micro”, “macro”, and “logarithmetic”

It pleasures us to be esoteric –
It’s so intellectually atmospheric!
And although establishments may be unmoved,
Our vocabularies are much improved.

When the talk gets deep and you’re feeling numb,
You can keep your shame to a minimum:
To show that you, too, are intelligent
Smugly ask, “Is it really development?”

Or say, “That’s fine in practice, but don’t you see:
It doesn’t work out in theory!”
A few may find this incomprehensible,
But most will admire you as deep and sensible.

Development set homes are extremely chic,
Full of carvings, curios, and draped with batik.
Eye-level photographs subtly assure
That your host is at home with the great and the poor.

Enough of these verses – on with the mission!
Our task is as broad as the human condition!
Just pray god the biblical promise is true:
The poor ye shall always have with you.’

- Ross Coggins