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Sent to me out a the blue--must include
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From: Abby
To: Susan
Sent: Friday, March 31, 2006 7:15 AM
Subject: turkish poem hi Suse
how are you all there? what's happening in your life.....i haven't spoken
to you in probably a year!! are you still teaching? how is John and Stephan?
what's going on with Middletown?
Ý'm still in Turkey and i like my job but we work so much...it's so tiring.
Ý don't know when i'm coming back there to visit again. I'd like to come in
summer but i may not have enough money because my friend and i want to go to
Greece for vacation.
here is a beautiful poem one of my students gave me. it gave me shivers
when she read it to the class.
Love
Abby
The Wave
by O. Veli
I. To think myself
happy I dont need a piece of paper
or a pen; A cigarette dangling between
my fingers I enter the
blue Of the painting on the
wall I enter it, the sea pulls
me, It pulls me, the world snares
me; Is there something like
alcohol, Alcohol in the
air, Making me mad, making me
sad? I can recognize a
lie When i see
it; Its a lie that i became a
boat, The coolness of the water on
my ribs Is a
lie, The wind on the watchtowers a
lie, The motorboat which has been
chugging along For
weeks... Nevertheless,
I can still spend, still
spend Beautiful
days In this
blue Like the watermelon rind
swimming in the sea, Like the reflection of the
tree in the sky, Like the fog which envelops
the plum trees in the morning, The fog, the mist, the love,
the smells... II. Neither paper nor
pencil Can make me think myself
happy. Ill Ill say it
again, This is nonsense
Im a
ship. I must be in a definite,
definite Place Unlike the rind of
watermelon Or light or fog or
mist... Like a human
being. ne
porvivajo nur mortigi tempo tiempo justo de la matanza que no
vive nicht lebende gerechteTötungzeit не живя справедливое время
умерщвления not living just killing
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