Bee! I’m Expecting You
Bee! I’m expecting you!
Was saying yesterday
To someone you know
That you were due.
The frogs got home last week,
Are settled, and at work;
Birds, mostly back,
The clover warm and thick.
You’ll get my letter by
The seventeenth; reply
Or better, be with me,
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean- rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of of the morning to where the cricket sing;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
First they came for the Communists,
– but I was not a communist so I did not speak out.
Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists,
– but I was neither, so I did not speak out.
Then they came for the Jews,
– but I was not a Jew so I did not speak out.
Then they came for the Catholics,
– but I was not a Catholic, so I did not speak out.
And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me.
— Rev. Martin Niemoller, 1945
I read this poem years ago but have never seen it since. Today, while reading a blog, I came across it again. I was struck by the truth. These words have often guided my decision-making and voting patterns. Even when I was to gain by certain policies, I tried to put myself into the shoes of people who would be adversely affected by the policy. I hope this poem speaks to you as well.
The blog I was reading? You may want to check that out for yourself: Mountain Farmgirl
Interested in learning more about Rev. Martin Niemoller? Find out more about him here.
I remember reading this little poem in grade school and I think about it sporadically. Today is one of those times I am thinking about it…
A man said to the universe:
“Sir I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
— Stephen Crane
(War is Kind & Other Lines: XXI, 1899)
While searching for a winter poem for Our Friend Ben, I have come across a website filled with lovely Tolkien poems. Here is one for you:
Sing All Ye People!
Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor,
For the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever,
And the Dark Tower is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard,
For your watch hath not been in vain,
And the Black Gate is broken,
And your King hath passed through,
And he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
For your King shall come again,
And he shall dwell amoung you
All the days of your life.
And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
And he shall plant it in the high places,
And the City shall be blessed.
Sing all ye people!
Click on this link if you are interested in more of the poems (several pages worth)
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.