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A Tribute to Nadia Younes

Posted by Nadia Younes on Sunday, April 24, 2011

You Can Shed Tears

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived

you can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes, and see all she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared

you can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

you can remember her and only that she has gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
or you can do what she’d want: open your eyes, love, and go on…

Late Fragment

And did you get what
You wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
Beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver
May 25th 1938 – August 2nd 1988

Happy the Man**

Happy the woman, and she alone
She who can call today her own
She who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do they worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

John Dryden
August 9th 1631 – May 1rst 1700 (translation of Horace)
**With apologies for gender change.

I am Not I

I am not I.

I am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times I forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk
The one who forgives, when I hate,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.

Juan Ramon Jimenez
December 24th 1881 – May 29th 1958

Song: My Way Artist: Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’e laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows-
And did it my way!

Nadia

Nadia s’en est allee
Apres avoir tout donne…
On ne peut se l’imaginer…
Son souvenir reste a jamais grave.

Avec force, grace et majeste
drapee de felicite
Nadia la tendress,
Nous transmettait son ivresse.

Nadia s’tait engagee
De toute sa force dans ses activities
son energie vitale
nous etait capitale.

Rassurante,
Eloquente,
Elle prenait son envol, passionanate,
De ses grandes ailes eblouissantes,

Tel le murmure de la mer
comme le vent dans les feuilles sur terre,
Nadia savait nous parler
Et de ses rafales nous carasser.

Nadia s’en est allee
Apres avoir tout donne…

Aux Nations Unies
Nadia offreit sa vie,
Nadia en faisait son sactuaire
Decidee a tout faire
Pour la paix preserver
Tel un hymn ne sacre.

Naida l’hirondelle du printemps
Souriait et pressait le pas
Afin de faire advancer son mandate.
Rien ne pouvait l’arreter
Dans sa quete de liberte.

Nadia s’en est allee
Apres avoir tout donne…

Pour sa famille, pour ses amis,
Pour ses collegues ici et au Nations Unies,
Au nom de ce Capital Humain
Que nous representons
Nous te disons
Merci Nadia de ta serenite
Jalousement gardee

Nadia tu t’en est allee
Apres avoir tout donne…
aide nous a nous surpasser
Dans cette liberte tant recherche.

Dimitri Samaras, UNOPS, 28 Aout 2003
Isabelle Nuttall, OMS, 19 Aout 2004

The Next Room

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again

I Think Continually of Those Who Were Truly Great

I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking thought rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Stephen Spender

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