The Art of Marxism: poetry

Today is Sunday

by Nāzım Hikmet Ran

Today is Sunday.
Today, for the first time,

they took me out into the sun

and for the first time in my life
I looked at the sky

amazed that it was so far

and so blue

and so wide.
I stood without moving
and then respectfully sat on the black earth,
pressed my back against the wall.
Now, not even a thought of dying,
not a thought of freedom, of my wife,
The earth, the sun and me...

I am happy.