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Since was Thrown Inside

Since I was thrown inside the earth has gone around the sun ten times.If you ask it: That’s nothing— a microscopic span.”If you ask me: “Ten years of my life!”I had a pencil the year I was thrown inside.It lasted…

On Living

1Living is no laughing matter:you must live with great seriousnesslike a squirrel, for example— I mean, without looking for something beyond and above living,I mean living must be your whole life.Living is no laughing matter:you must take it seriously,so much…

Letters to Taranta-Babu V.

To see to hear to feel to think to speakto run without stopping,to run oh, to run Taranta-Babu heeeeey!To hell with it all what a beautiful thingit is to be alive!Think of mewhile my arms embrace your wide hips mother…

Letter from My Wife

Iwant to die before you.Iwant to die before you.Do you think the one who followsfinds the one who went first?I don’t think so.It would be best to have me burnedand put in a jar over your fireplace.Maket he jarclear glass,…

Like Kerem!

Air is heavy as lead.I cry cry cry I’m crying.Run to melt the leadI’m crying.He says to me,“Heey! Your voice may turn you to ash like Kerem burning burning burning.Suf- fering plenty, fellow suffer- ers none.Ears of heartsare deaf.Air is…

It Is Snowing in the Night

Neither to hear voices from the world beyondnor strive to bring into my verses the “unfathomable”nor search for the rhyme with the care of a jeweler,no beautiful words, profound discourse Thank God I am above well above this tonight.TonightI am…

Invitation

Galloping from farthest Asiaand jutting out into the Mediterraneanlike a mare’s head—this country is ours.Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bareon this soil that’s like a silk carpet—this hell, this paradise is ours.Shut the gates of servitude, keep them shut,stop…

Don Quixote

The knight of immortal youthat the age of fifty found his mind in his heartand on a July morning went out to capturethe right, the beautiful, the just.Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants,he on his sad but…

Building and Builders

Builders are singing while building but building isn’t like singing.It’s a little more difficult.Builders’ hearts, bustling like fairgrounds but building sites are not fairgrounds.Building sites are full of dust, earth, mud, snow.On a building site you get your foot sprained,…

24 September 1945

The most beautiful sea                            hasn’t been crossed yet. The most  beautiful child                            hasn’t grown up yet Our most beautiful days                            we haven’t seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you                            I haven’t said yet… Tr. from the…