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In the spring of 1989 it became apparent that something new and strange was happening in Eastern Europe. When the Hungarians opened their border with Austria a flood of East German refugees poured into Hungary and then on to the West. That summer, alerted to these seismic rumblings, I flew to Vienna and travelled from there to Budapest, Prague and East Berlin. Change was in the air and you could feel it in your bones that it was only a matter of time before the whole system collapsed. In the late summer and early autumn the great marches and mass demonstrations began. By the end of the year nearly all of the governments of the former Soviet Bloc had toppled and their borders, at last, were open. It was as though an Ice Age had come to an end ....


As one they came,
a manyheaded multitude,
determined, not particularly brave,
impatient just to brush away
the webs and cords that bound them,
to find their way to freedom.
All changed, changed utterly
("the words of a dead man
are modified
in the guts
of the living . . .").
A terrible beauty is born,
as when in the hushed and hardwon chamber
one soft imprinted kiss
brought the tingle of bloodborne life
to a silent frozen form,

and a world awoke,
as it now awakes,
to a shy but troubled dawn.

 

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* 19 lines, 89 words

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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Thank you Bren! @ once uplifting and cautious. The perspective was poignant reminder to say the least.

 

Juris

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Now that I personally know Slovaks and Czechs, this has impact.

 

determined, not particularly brave,

 

Mayhaps there was bravery IN their simple determination.....Agree with Juris, poignant.

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Hi Brendan, As usual you entertain and inform, nice gift my friend. Loved the background as a prelude to the poem. And the form to fit the title and I particularly enjoyed the link to the Yeats poem which does connect the dots. Very clever in so many ways.

Happy St Patrick's Day.


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Thanks for your comments. This is an "oldie" (you've only got to look at the date!) but a so-so "pretty goodie".

Hope all had a raucous time on St. Pat's!

 

B.

Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim

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