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183 It Kept on Burning Listen Seth Michelson —for Nâzim Hikmet I write this from exile, in an attic, in jail: I twice have died, in 1915 and ’22. But also I’ve lived: I climbed Ararat, swam the Bosporus, studied algebra, chess, the world’s seas, how to sing! Yet my suffering was enormous: broken bones, broken country— so much of me crushed I now must crawl to my meals.... But still my heart pants like an old sheep dog for his flock, so I write this to you from exile, in an attic, in jail: The importance of man is a lie of the will, only lightning or love can shatter a blackened sky. ...

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