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Monday, January 13, 2003

About My Poetry

Rating: 3.5
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches no real-estate --
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!

My honey is my everything.
I guard
my riches and my real-estate
-- my honey pot, I mean --
from pests of every species,
Brother, just wait...
As long as I've got
honey in my pot,
bees will come to it
from Timbuktu...


Trans. by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing (1993)
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COMMENTS
Harindhar Reddy 28 March 2020
Wow, I owe you a pot wine for such poetry fine. Well done! !
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Sallam Yassin 14 February 2014
Bees sweet from Timbuktu And honey in pot is sweet the breeze of the sea is sweet
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