The sudden spring outside today made me think of these lines from Nazim Hikmets Letters from a Man in Solitary: Its spring outside, my dear wife, spring. Outside on the plain, suddenly the smell of fresh earth, birds singing, etc. Its spring, my dear wife, the plain outside sparkles... And inside the bed comes alive with bugs, the water jug no longer freezes, and in the morning sun floods the concrete... The sun- every day till noon now it comes and goes from me, flashing off and on... And as the day turns to afternoon, shadows climb the walls, the glass of the barred window catches fire, and its night outside, a cloudless spring night... And inside this is springs darkest hour. In short, the demon called freedom, with its glittering scales and fiery eyes, possesses the man inside especially in spring... Full poem found here: marxists.org/subject/art/literature/nazim/lettersfromaman.html
Posted on: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 22:10:23 +0000
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