Here you will find the Poem About My Poetry of poet Nazim Hikmet
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)
