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To Hope
by Thanos Kalamidas
2011-01-01 09:04:09
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A new year means hope, means dreams, wishes and resolutions. Most of all means optimism. And the beginning of last year over-intoxicated us with optimism and the element that brought all this was the new American president. By the end of 2010 Barack Obama was counting his wounds and trying to do damage control in front of a re-election campaign that obviously going to one of the dirtiest in American history.

But that means that Obama’s message and role is losing its global response and becomes more and more domestic. But hope has to be global, when kids die day after day, when people suffer lacking the basic and when things darken even in the western privilege world then hope cannot be something for domestic use. Unfortunately and I have wrote it many times before the only thing that really managed to become global – in the years of globalization – is human misery. And this is what Barack Obama managed to change in the beginning of 2010, to make hope global.

In the rise of 2011 I think it is about time for all of us to dig deep inside us and bring out all the hope we have because this is the moment we need it more and 2011 is a very critical year with this having nothing to do with all the doom theories and superstitious that surround the year 2012.

Prof. Emanuel Paparella reminded me in an article I wrote the last days of 2010 that: “Jung, who taught us a thing or two about archetypes and collective unconscious, would probably concur that as humans we can manage to live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air, but only for one second without hope.” And he was right; and this time we have to find the hope and raise it for each and all of us.

So let’s hope. And everything will be alright, there is light in the end. Let’s make hope the one collective thing in this globe.

To Hope by John Keats

When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country's honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed---
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress'd,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Happy new year everybody!

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