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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468517" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Regarding Art</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's<br>of my heart one by one<br>like the blood-red beads<br>of a ruby rosary strung<br> on strands of golden hair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But my<br>poetry's muse<br>takes to the air<br>on wings made of steel<br>like the I-beams<br> of my suspension bridges!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't pretend<br> the nightingale's lament<br>to the rose isn't easy on the ears...<br>But the language<br> that really speaks to me<br>are Beethoven sonatas played<br>on copper, iron, wood, bone, and catgut...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can &quot;have&quot;<br>galloping off<br>in a cloud of dust!<br>Me, I wouldn't trade<br>for the purest-bred<br> Arabian steed<br>the sixth mph<br> of my iron horse<br>  running on iron tracks!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes my eye is caught like a big dumb fly<br>by the masterly spider webs in the corners of my room.<br>But I really look up<br>to the seventy-seven-story, reinforced-concrete mountains<br>  my blue-shirted builders create!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I to meet<br>the male beauty<br>&quot;young Adonis, god of Byblos,&quot;<br>on a bridge, I'd probably never notice;<br>but I can't help staring into my philosopher's glassy eyes<br>or my fireman's square face<br>  red as a sweating sun!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I can smoke<br>third-class cigarettes filled<br>on my electric workbenches,<br>I can't roll tobacco - even the finest-<br>in paper by hand and smoke it!<br>I didn't --<br> &quot;wouldn't&quot; -- trade<br>my wife dressed in her leather cap and jacket<br>for Eve's nakedness!<br>Maybe I don't have a &quot;poetic soul&quot;?<br>What can I do<br> when I love my own children<br>  more<br>  than mother Nature's!<br>  <br>  <br>Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nazim+Hikmet">Nazim Hikmet</a><div class=q>
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of my heart one by one
like the blood-red beads
of a ruby rosary strung
 on strands of golden hair!

But my
poetry's muse
takes to the air
on wings made of steel
like the I-beams
 of my suspension bridges!

I don't..."></div>
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