I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can`t get enough of the trees— they`re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I`m at the window of the prison infirmary. I can`t smell the medicines— carnations must be blooming nearby. It`s this way: being captured is beside the point, the point is not to surrender. Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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