windy morning / my tree

 

 

« 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 the medicines–


carnations must be blooming nearby.
It’s this way:
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–Nâzım Hikmet