It’s This Way

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:

being captured is beside the point,

the point is not to surrender.

 

NÂZIM HIKMET

translated from the Turkish by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk

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