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W. H. Auden-
Refugee
Blues
Say this city has ten
million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet
there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we
had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it
there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the
village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms
anew; Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do
that.
The consul banged the table and said: 'If you've got no
passport, you're officially dead'; But we are still alive, my dear, but we
are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked
me politely to return next year: But where shall we go today, my dear, but
where shall we go today?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and
said: 'If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread'; He was talking
of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the
thunder rumbling in the sky; It was Hitler over Europe, saying: 'They must
die'; We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.
Saw a poodle
in a jacket fastened with a pin, Saw a door opened and a cat let in: But
they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.
Went
down the harbour and stood upon the quay, Saw the fish swimming as if they
were free: Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked
through a wood, saw the birds in the trees; They had no politicians and sang
at their ease: They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human
race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand
windows and a thousand doors; Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of
them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; Ten
thousand soldiers marched to and fro: Looking for you and me, my dear,
looking for you and me.
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