<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Occupation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the dawn enlightens by the horns of my oxen<br>I plow the soıl with my prıde in my patient struggle<br>under my bare feet ı feel the soil humid and warm<br>with brilliant lights in my arm muscles<br>I forge the ıron till noon<br>the darkness turns to crimson<br>in the warmth of the afternoon<br>with the most greennes on their leaves<br>I gather the newly ripened olives<br>all my body and my eyes in lights<br>I have always have visitors in my house in every evening<br>my door ajar..wide open to every kınd of songs<br>at night ı go ınto the water knee high<br>and I pull the nets from the sea<br>full of fish mixed with the shining stars<br>now ı am responsible from the world<br>they ask me<br>about the human.the soıl, the darkness and the daylight<br>I think you understand me<br>I am fully occupied and busy<br>and you my rose<br>do you understand me too<br>I am fully occupied staying in love with you<br>you just stay there without moving<br>in the illumination<br>let the shining sun always stay on your green gown<br>my wound again has opened suddenly<br>the blood is fiercely flowing thorough me<br>in my full occupied body<br>BURSA 1948</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nazım HİKMET<br>Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Metin+Sahin">Metin Sahin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458782" data-title="Occupation de Metin Sahin" data-description="when the dawn enlightens by the horns of my oxen I plow the soıl with my prıde in my patient struggle under my bare feet ı feel the soil humid and warm with brilliant lights in my arm muscles I forge the ıron till noon the darkness turns to cr..."></div> </div> </div>

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