jeudi 4 septembre 2014

ABOUT MY POETRY



I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches nor 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...

by Nazim Hikmet

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