Sunday, September 17, 2006

Travelling

A voice travels
Through darkest galleries.
Walls cannot block out
Even slight
Whispering

You take a man,
Lock him away
From the light,
Gag hin, shackle him,:
Beat him, shroud him,
But still
His voice travels
And finds
Companions,

Thousands of miles
Separate us.
Obstructions
Have been placed
Between us,
But somewhere in this night,
Floating over the ether
That voice travels
To greet us.

Time
Divides generations.
Histories
Can be rewritten
Time and time again,
But voices
Once thought silent
Span ignorance
My friend.

In all this time
I'm stranded here,
Rooted to this place,
But your voice still
Reaches.
You can't stop it
Travelling
In the end.

In 2003 Paul Robeson Jun. toured South Wales to launch the exhibition 'Let Paul Robeson Sing' which celebrated Robeson's long association with the Welsh Miners and in particular the occasion when, banned from travelling from the USA, Robeson broadcast live across the Atlantic. There was a wall at the exhibition on which hundreds of people wrote appreciative comments and this poem joined them on the wall.

2 comments:

  1. That's really wonderful to have done that.

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