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Donald Trump’s favourite poem: ‘The Snake’ by Oscar Brown Jr.

On her way to work one morning
Down the path ‘longside the lake
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
“Oh well,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

She wrapped him up all cozy in a comforter of silk
And laid him by thе fireside with some honеy and some milk
She hurried home from work that night, and soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she’d taken in had been revived
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

She clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful,” she cried
“But if I hadn’t brought you in, by now you might have died”
She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight
Instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

“I saved you,” cried the woman
“And you’ve bitten me, but why?
And you know your bite is poisonous and now I’m gonna die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in”
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake
“Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake
“Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

*****

Donald Trump has repeatedly read this poem in his political rallies as a way of attacking immigrants and the US Government’s immigration policies. The ironies are endless:
– that two of Trump’s wives are themselves immigrants (the current one having a very sketchy background as a “model”);
– that Trump always fails to credit Oscar Brown Jr as the song’s author, consistently naming Al Wilson instead;
– that Oscar Brown was a civil rights activist and for ten years a member of the Communist Party (he left when he decided he was “too black to be red”);
– that the song’s message, a variant on one of Aesop’s Fables, is that kindness can be betrayed;
– that Oscar Brown’s daughters have sent Trump cease-and-desist letters because Trump’s message is antithetical to all their father stood for;
– and as one of the daughters said on CNN, “the elephant in the room is that Trump is the living embodiment of the snake that my father wrote about in that song.

Photo: “JAZZ: Portrait of Oscar Brown, Jr.” by Professor Bop is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. (Note: the portrait is by Edwin German.)

Jawaharlal Nehru’s favourite poem: Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

*****

In June 2023 Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi visited the United States, and President Joe Biden gave him an autographed first edition copy of the ‘Collected Poems of Robert Frost’. (Modi gave Biden a copy of the ‘Ten Principal Upanishads’ by Purohit Swami and William Butler Yeats – the latter being a poet that Biden frequently quotes.)

In India the gift of Frost’s work was recognised as a tribute to Jawaharlal Nehru, India’s first Prime Minister. Nehru, apart from being a founding father of Indian democracy, was a prodigious writer with a love of history, poetry and nature; in Himalayan vacations he went horseback riding and exploring woods. Frost’s poetry was a natural for him. Nehru had a particular fondness for ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’. Towards the end of his life he kept a copy of Frost’s poems by his bedside, with the last stanza of “Stopping by Woods” underlined:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Photos: Jawaharlal Nehru’s study and bedroom, preserved as they were at the time of his death.