
Poem: Love's Omnipresence http://www.bartleby.com/106/25.html
Source: Arrive at Easterwine (1971), Ch. 6
Poem: Love's Omnipresence http://www.bartleby.com/106/25.html
1950s, What Desires Are Politically Important? (1950)
Context: We love those who hate our enemies, and if we had no enemies there would be very few people whom we should love.
All this, however, is only true so long as we are concerned solely with attitudes towards other human beings. You might regard the soil as your enemy because it yields reluctantly a niggardly subsistence. You might regard Mother Nature in general as your enemy, and envisage human life as a struggle to get the better of Mother Nature. If men viewed life in this way, cooperation of the whole human race would become easy. And men could easily be brought to view life in this way if schools, newspapers, and politicians devoted themselves to this end. But schools are out to teach patriotism; newspapers are out to stir up excitement; and politicians are out to get re-elected. None of the three, therefore, can do anything towards saving the human race from reciprocal suicide.
“Why should we hate the people we once loved because of a war that mars even our memories?”
Source: Frouzanda Mahrad (an Arabic poem, translated by Mike Maggio in: Buckley, Jorunn Jacobsen (2002). The Mandaeans: ancient texts and modern people. New York: Oxford University Press.)
2009, First Inaugural Address (January 2009)
Context: Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents. So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
Revolution by Number
“O fading honours of the dead!
O high ambition, lowly laid!”
Canto II, stanza 10.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
1950s, Loving Your Enemies (Christmas 1957)
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 378.