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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy to a Kurdish father</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Elegy to a Kurdish father <br>for Ekim Erdogan </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone in a green meadow I pray, <br>not on my knees but hands held high. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of the Kurdish girl in the London fog— <br>her Baba is gone, the night has come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the East End walls a bluesy soulful note.<br>The cockney drink bitter beer, rattle and chat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she is not there, she is a continent away—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for the Sultans ruled from Constantinople to Budapest <br>from Medina to Algiers— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in the muscle of the coffee the tendons of kabobs <br>there is a tone in her Baba’s voice, a light in a dark green forest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tale of the Kardelen—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Snowdrop, so shy, below the snow, <br>knows the sun fingers will smother its breath—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so it hides, like the prized nuts of a brown squirrel, <br>in the custody of winter’s frozen soil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, above ground, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Snowdropp hears the wind of her lover’s song—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she longs and longs then rises to her lover’s strum <br>but in a flash her petal’s gone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet in that second, that moment <br>when love was once again made new—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the girl, well beyond the fog and pub dwellers, <br>hears only her Baba’s granite voice </div><div style="margin:10px 0">revealed in the eternal romance of Kardelen <br>sprouting toward Spring, love and valor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leo+Briones">Leo Briones</a><div class=q>
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for Ekim Erdogan 

Alone in a green meadow I pray, 
not on my knees but hands held high. 

I think of the Kurdish girl in the London fog— 
her Baba is gone, the night has come. 

Behind the East End walls a bluesy soul..."></div>
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