"Abandon all hope ye who enter here." Dante Alighieri's inscription on the entrance to Hell.
Hitler: new warning from history film HERE
Auschwitz: bbc mindblowing special click HERE (shortly)
Who stands at my door in the storm and rain
On the threshold of being?
One who waits till you call him in
From the empty night
Are you a stranger, out in the storm,
Or has my enemy found me out
On the edge of being?
I am no stranger who stands at the door
Nor enemy come in the secret night,
I am your child, in darkness and fear
On the verge of being.
Go back, my child, to the rain and storm,
For in this house there is sorrow and pain
In the lonely night.
I will not go back for sorrow or pain,
For my true love weeps within
And waits for my coming.
Go back, my babe, to the vacant night
For in this house dwell sin and hate
On the verge of being.
I will not go back for hate or sin,
I will not go back for sorrow or pain,
For my true love mourns within
On the threshold of night.
ENTRANCE TO AUSCHWITZ
I guess on this rainy week,
I'm thinking,
here's to Viktor Frankl and all those
who have borne great suffering.
BTW, there is no reason to abandon all hope.
Hitler: new warning from history film HERE
Auschwitz: bbc mindblowing special click HERE (shortly)
From Three Poems of Incarnation – Kathleen Raine
Who stands at my door in the storm and rain
On the threshold of being?
One who waits till you call him in
From the empty night
Are you a stranger, out in the storm,
Or has my enemy found me out
On the edge of being?
I am no stranger who stands at the door
Nor enemy come in the secret night,
I am your child, in darkness and fear
On the verge of being.
Go back, my child, to the rain and storm,
For in this house there is sorrow and pain
In the lonely night.
I will not go back for sorrow or pain,
For my true love weeps within
And waits for my coming.
Go back, my babe, to the vacant night
For in this house dwell sin and hate
On the verge of being.
I will not go back for hate or sin,
I will not go back for sorrow or pain,
For my true love mourns within
On the threshold of night.
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