The Miniature Woman
The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman and the Honeysuckle He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house with a garden where honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house.
The giant loved like a giant, and his hands were used to such big things that the giant could not make the building, could not knock on the door of the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours at that house.
He was a blue-eyed giant, he loved a miniature woman, a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house.
Now the blue-eyed giant realizes, a giant isn't even a graveyard for love: in the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house...
Nazim Hikmet
Other author posts
Last Will And Testament
Comrades, if I don't live to see the day— I mean,if I die before freedom comes —take me awayand bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia The worker Osman whom Hassan Bey ordered shotcan lie on one side of me, and on the other sidethe martyr ...
Optimistic Man
as a child he never plucked the wings off flieshe didn't tie tin cans to cats' tailsor lock beetles in matchboxesor stomp anthillshe grew upand all those things were done to himI was at his bedside when he diedhe said read me a poemabout the sun a...
Since I’ve Been In Jail
Since I've been in jail the world has turned around the sun ten times And if you ask the earth, it will say: It's not worth mentioning, a microscopic time And if you ask me, I will say: It's ten years of my life &...
Hymn To Life
The hair falling on your forehead suddenly lifted Suddenly something stirred on the ground The trees are whispering in the dark Your bare arms will be cold