The Dead Feast Of The Kol-Folk

We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have swept the floor,
We have boiled the rice.
Come hither, come hither!
Come from the far lands,
Come from the star lands,
Come as before!
We lived long together,
We loved one another;
Come back to our life.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Child, husband, and wife,
For you we are sighing.
Come take your old places,
Come look in our faces,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!

We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice
For the feast of souls.
Come hither, come hither!
Think not we fear you,
Whose hearts are so near you.
Come tenderly thought on,
Come all unforgotten,
Come from the shadow-lands,
From the dim meadow-lands
Where the pale grasses bend
Low to our sighing.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and friend,
The dead to the dying,
Come home!

We have opened the door
You entered so oft;
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice soft.
Come you who are dearest
To us who are nearest,
Come hither, come hither,
From out the wild weather;
The storm clouds are flying,
The peepul is sighing;
Come in from the rain.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and lover,
Beneath our roof-cover.
Look on us again,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!

We have opened the door!
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals
We may kindle no more!
Snake, fever, and famine,
The curse of the Brahmin,
The sun and the dew,
They burn us, they bite us,
They waste us and smite us;
Our days are but few
In strange lands far yonder
To wonder and wander
We hasten to you.
List then to our sighing,
While yet we are here
Nor seeing nor hearing,
We wait without fearing,
To feel you draw near.
O dead, to the dying
Come home!

by John Greenleaf Whittier

Comments (3)

Sandra, this is a very good description of some of the negative aspects of the illness AND you are pointing the finger at the incompetence of many practitioners in the treatment of it. There is still much made of fat in the diet, especially saturated fat, a colossal miscarriage of medicine's mandate. Diabetes was successfully treated many years ago in America through fatty meat diets and restriction of carbohydrates and one cannot overeat on animal fats or proteins, a fact that conventional practitioners have yet to learn, even though we are teaching it in unis now. An excellent book (world's best) on the subject was written by Dr. Bernstein (The Diabetes Solution) , worth every penny as he shows you how you can completely eliminate the negative aspects of DM. No one need suffer the symptoms you describe any more today, but you must turn your back on establishment medicine. Write for further info. The poem is of your usual quality but I don't want you to have a fat head (I think Theodora said one is enough...) Best, Herbert
A perfect biographic lament.if it's taken from (your) life then you merit my sympathy but i am a fellow in suffering somehow too- hemodialysis patient. Well done, brief, pointy-sharp&painful-mournful :) : (: (: (: (Must be on my favourite list mebbe... Best wishes michael Witkowski x
i almost feel bad about complimenting you for this... but what a fantastic lament! superb. Jake