This is a wine blog but I don’t feel like writing about wine today but rather urging people to donate whatever little or a lot of money that they can to the disaster relief in Haiti. I bear watching the news about what is happening and that feeling of impotence in the face of a disaster of such proportions.
My ever loving dad mentioned this poem to me by Wordsworth and I thought I would post it. The last stanza reflects that while Toussaint will likely die in prison, his legacy will live on and people won’t forget him or the country he created. Let’s heed that call and not forget Haiti.
To Toussaint L’Ouverture
By William Wordsworth
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men
Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough
Within thy hearing, or thy head be now
Pillowed in some deep dungeon’s earless den;
O Miserable Chieftain! Where and when
Wilt thou find Patience? Yet die not; do thou
Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow:
Though fallen thyself, never to rise again,
Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind
Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies;
There’s not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man’s unconquerable mind.