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as a child he never plucked the wings off flieshe didn’t tie tin cans to cats’ tailsor lock beetles in matchboxesor stomp anthillshe grew upand all those things were done to himI was at his bedside when he diedhe said…
My brothers,Forgive me if I’m unable to sayhonestly and straightforwardlyall that I would like to say to youI’m drunk, my head is light, it spins,not from rakibut from hunger.My brothers,I’m European, I’m Asian, I’m American,In this month of MayI’m not…
Look at the lion in the iron cage,look deep into his eyes: like two naked steel daggers they sparkle with anger.But he never loses his dignity although his anger comes and goes goes and comes.You couldn’t find a place for…
1I carved your name on my watchbandwith my fingernail.Where I am, you know,I don’t have a pearl-handled jackknife(they won’t give me anything sharp) or a plane tree with its head in the clouds.Trees may grow in the yard,but I’m not…
11-11-1933 Bursa PrisonMy one and only!Your last letter says:”My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!”You say:”If they hang you, if I lose you, I’ll die!”You’ll live, my dear—my memory will vanish like black smoke in the wind.Of course you’ll…
Comrades, if I don’t live to see the day—I mean,if I die before freedom comes—take me awayand bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia.The worker Osman whom Hassan Bey ordered shotcan lie on one side of me, and on…
I stand in the advancing light,my hands hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can’t get enough of the trees—they’re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries,I’m at the window of the prison infirmary. I can’t smell…
I think of youand I feel the scent of my mothermy mother, the most beautiful of all. You are on the carousel of the festival inside meyou hover around, your skirt and your hair flyingMere seconds between finding your beautiful…
Loving you is like eating bread dipped in salt,like waking feverish at nightand putting my mouth to the water faucet,like opening a heavy labeled parceleagerly, happily, cautiously.Loving you is like flying over the seafor the first time, like feeling dusk…
I love youlike dipping bread into salt and eatingLike waking up at night with high feverand drinking water, with the tap in my mouthLike unwrapping the heavy box from the postmanwith no clue what it isfluttering, happy, doubtfulI love youlike…