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.
"My eyes can't get enough of trees, they're so hopeful, so green..."
—Nazim Hikmet, tr. by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk
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