Refugee Blues

Refugee Blues

By: WH Auden, 1939




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 shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we
go today?

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";
We were in his mind, my dear, 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 to the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the 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 dear, looking for you and
me.

فوق ؛ تضامنا مع السودانيين بلبنان
ندى

جميلة القصيدة يا ندا
ومليئة بالمضامين
وبتحكي والله عن حالنا

القصيدة مليانة مليانة
ندي
منو كاتب القصيدة؟؟

تشلمي ياندي علي ندي روحك الانسانيه

استاذنا المبدع الموصلى
سلامات
شكرا للتعقيب ولك التحية.

الأخ خالد ابا،
سلامات،
فعلا هذى القصيدة تعبر عن حال الكثيرين/ات منا.

العزيزة حنينة، كيف احوالك؟
كاتب القصيدة هو
Wystan Hugh Auden
ولد فى يورك بانجلترا عام 1907 و توفى عام 1973 و له عدة قصائد جميلة.

ندى

Quote: They had no politicians and sang at their ease[/QUOTE

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Post: #8 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: إيمان أحمد Date: 11-20-2003, 10:33 PM Parent: #7 شكرا للعزيزة ندي لمستني القصيدة المرهفة حقا! لك التقدير إيمان

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Post: #9 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: nada ali Date: 11-23-2003, 09:38 AM Parent: #7 الاخ محمد الفاضلابي سلام وتحية يبدو انك قررت قراءة القصيدة بطريقة ,,لاتقربوا الصلاة,, Quote: Walked through a wood, saw the 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.

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Post: #10 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: nada ali Date: 11-23-2003, 09:45 AM Parent: #1 العزيزة ايمان لك الود لفترة طويلة اعتبرتها احدي ,,قصائد المرحلة,, ومازالت. مرحلة طويييلة.

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Post: #11 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: إيمان أحمد Date: 11-24-2003, 01:41 AM Parent: #10 عزيزتي ندي أترين كم الرهق الذي يحيط بنا؟ هي كما وصفتها.. مرحلة طوييييييلة! عليك السلام إيمان

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Post: #12 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: nada ali Date: 11-24-2003, 03:52 PM Parent: #1 العزيزة ايمان، نعم أراه هذا الرهق بلادنا مساحتها مليون ميل مربع و نحن مشتتون/ات فى أنحاء العالم. لكن لن نتركها لهم أونجرؤ؟ ندى

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Post: #13 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: mohammed alfadla Date: 11-24-2003, 11:18 PM Parent: #1 nada Quote: my dear Quote: If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread";

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Post: #14 Title: Re: Refugee Blues Author: nada ali Date: 11-27-2003, 01:30 PM Parent: #13 الأخ محمد الفاضلابى، سلامات و تحايا هذا المقطع يذكرنى بالكتابات فى صحف ال Daily Mail & Sun حول طالبى اللجوء فى بريطانيا. رغم انه كتب فى الثلاثينيات الا ان الحال للاسف مازال كما كان ندى