Letter To My Wife by Nazim Hikmet 11-11-1933 Bursa Prison 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, Ill die! Youll live, my dear-- my memory will vanish like black smoke in the wind. Of course youll live, red-haired lady of my heart: in the twentieth century grief lasts at most a year. Death-- a body swinging from a rope. My heart cant accept such a death. But you can bet if some poor gypsys hairy black spidery hand slips a noose around my neck, theyll look in vain for fear in Nazims blue eyes! In the twilight of my last morning I will see my friends and you, and Ill go to my grave regretting nothing but an unfinished song... My wife! Good-hearted, golden, eyes sweeter than honey--my bee! Why did I write you they want to hang me? The trial has hardly begun, and they dont just pluck a mans 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 dont forget, a prisoners wife must always think good thoughts.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 19:44:50 +0000
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