31 Mar 2011
Christina McIntosh

 Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote the following poem in prison.  It was published posthumously, on March 4 1946.

'Who Am I?'

'Who am I? They often tell me

I stepped from my cell's confinement

Calmly, cheerfully, firmly

like a squire from his country house.

Who am I? They often tell me

I used to speak to my warders

freely and friendly and clearly,

as though it were mine to command.

Who am I? They also tell me

I bore the days of misfortune

equally, smilingly, proudly,

like one accustomed to win.

'Am I then really all that which other men tell of?

Or am I only what I myself know of myself?

Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,

struggling for breath, as though hands were

compressing my throat,

yearning for colours, for flowers, for the voices of birds,

thirsting for words of kindness, for neighbourliness,

tossing in expectation of great events,

powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,

weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,

faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?

'Who am I? This or the other?

Am I one person today and tomorrow another?

Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others

and before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?

Or is something within me still like a beaten army

fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?

'Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.

'Whoever I am, thou knowest, O God, I am Thine!".