It's This Way - Nâzım Hikmet
Sep. 2nd, 2010 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bardachdI 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 the medicines—
carnations must be blooming nearby.
It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.
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 the medicines—
carnations must be blooming nearby.
It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.
