Here you will find the Poem After Release From Prison of poet Nazim Hikmet
Awake. Where are you? At home. Still unaccustomed- awake or sleeping- to being in your own home. This is just one more of the stupefactions of spending thirteen years in a prison. Who's lying at your side? Not loneliness, but your wife, in the peaceful sleep of an angel. Pregnancy looks good on a woman. What time is it? Eight. That means you're safe until evening. Because it's the practice of police Never to raid homes in broad daylight.
