Nazim Hikmet
Nazim Hikmet begins a poem
With the phrase, “Another thing
I didn’t know I loved.”
He writes in a tone of amazement.
He’s a Turkish poet in exile.
He’s on a train in winter,
Leaving Prague and headed
Toward an uncertain future.
The poem he’s writing is a list
Of things he suddenly knows
Are precious.
He doesn’t know
Where he’s going – old man
At the start of a long, cold ride.
The list he recites is also long.
As long as he keeps making that list,
He’s traveling toward the beloved.
Gregory Orr
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Cold Front Magazine
it reely is all in the way we looks at tings, izzn't it?
ReplyDeletejoy iz in our harts.
xo