Tuesday, 10. June 2003
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...
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