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Tuesday 20 September 2011

About My Poetry - Nazim Hikmet

I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches no real-estate —
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!

My honey is my everything.
I guard
my riches and my real-estate
— my honey pot, I mean —
from pests of every species,
Brother, just wait...
As long as I've got
honey in my pot,
bees will come to it
from Timbuktu...

Nazim Hikmet (1901 - 1963) Turkey
Translated by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing

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