I love this poem/ode that my Pops dedicated to my Momzo - anyone who knew my Momzo, would know that this ode is beyond fitting (excuse the poor phrasing).
This poem was also introduced to my Pops by Sobukwe whom my Pops regards as someone who was very influential in the education of my family.
"Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn."
— John Keats
This poem was also introduced to my Pops by Sobukwe whom my Pops regards as someone who was very influential in the education of my family.
"Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn."
— John Keats
