I finally made it to your city, <br />but I was late, Samet, <br />we couldn't get together: <br />I was late by the space of death. <br />I didn't want to hear your voice <br />on tape, samet -- <br />I can't look at pictures of the dead <br />without totally dying. <br /> <br />But the day will come <br />when I'll totally separate you from yourself, Samet. <br />You'll enter the world of respectable memories. <br />And I'll lay flowers on your grave <br />without tears in my eyes. <br /> <br />Then the day will come <br />when what happened to you <br />will happen to me, too, Samet.<br /><br />Nazim Hikmet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-samet-vurgun/
