Things I Discovered on Mountain Day, boys in blur



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Things I Discovered on Mountain Day

You’re a field,
I am the tractor.
You’re paper,
I am the typewriter.
My wife, mother of my son,you’re a song—
I am the guitar.
I am the warm, humid night the south wind brings—
you’re the woman walking by the water
looking across at the lights.
I’m water—
you are the drinker.
I’m the passerby on the road,
you are the one who opens her window
to beckon to me.
You’re China,
I am Mao Tse-tung’s army.
You’re a young Filipino girl 14-years-old,
I rescue you
from the hands of an American sailor.
You’re a mountain village
in Anatolia,
you’re my city,
most beautiful and most unhappy.
You’re a cry for help, I mean you’re my country;
the steps running toward you—that’s me.

Nazım Hikmet

translated by  Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

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