Apr 12, 2011

Letter To My Wife

My one and only!
Your last letter says:
``My head is throbbing,
        my heart is stunned!''
You say:
``If they hang you,
    if I lose you,
       I'll die!''
You'll live, my dear-
my memory will vanish like black smoke in the wind.
Of course you'll live, red-haired lady of my heart:
in the twentieth century
      grief lasts
    at most a year.

a body swinging from a rope.
My heart
  can't accept such a death.
you can bet
     if some poor gypsy's hairy black
        spidery hand
    slips a noose
        around my neck,
they'll look in vain for fear
        in Nazim's
     blue eyes!
In the twilight of my last morning
will see my friends and you,
and I'll go
to my grave
     regretting nothing but an unfinished song...
My wife!
eyes sweeter than honey-my bee!
Why did I write you
     they want to hang me?
The trial has hardly begun,
and they don't just pluck a man's head
        like a turnip.
Look, forget all this.
If you have any money,
        buy me some flannel underwear:
my sciatica is acting up again.
And don't forget,
a prisoner's wife
        must always think good thoughts.

Original poem: KARIMA MEKTUP
Written by NAZIM HİKMET RAN (Nov 11,1933 - Bursa Prison)          
Translated by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)

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