By Charles Henri Valentin Alkan.
Sequenced by Segundo G. Yogore at Kunst der Fuge.
Search this site
the poem as
an MP3 file.
|The roots of hatred run so
We drink their poison in our sleep.
Deep within or deep below,
The roots run deeper than we know.
Day and night, and night and day
We while the precious time away
Hating, writhing, seething, ranting,
All the while new hate seeds planting.
In the mind and in the heart,
In the whole and in each part,
The anger clenches flesh and soul,
Taking a titanic toll.
O love, the wind that winnows well
The hate that holds the heart in hell,
Come and kiss the urge to kill,
And storms abate, and tempests still.
Love comes alone to those who call,
And love themselves along with all,
Love the roots and love the tree,
And know that you are part of me;
And know that I am part of you,
And you become the things I do,
And what I hate is what I am,
Both hungry wolf and slaughtered lamb.
So do not hate the hate within,
But love the love, and love the sin,
Love the beast and love the prey,
For both one word of wonder say.