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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy to a Kurdish father</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Elegy to a Kurdish father <br>for Ekim Erdogan </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone in a green meadow I pray, <br>not on my knees but hands held high. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I think of the Kurdish girl in the London fog— <br>her Baba is gone, the night has come. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Behind the East End walls a bluesy soulful note.<br>The cockney drink bitter beer, rattle and chat. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But she is not there, she is a continent away—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for the Sultans ruled from Constantinople to Budapest <br>from Medina to Algiers— </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and in the muscle of the coffee the tendons of kabobs <br>there is a tone in her Baba’s voice, a light in a dark green forest. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The tale of the Kardelen—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the Snowdrop, so shy, below the snow, <br>knows the sun fingers will smother its breath—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">so it hides, like the prized nuts of a brown squirrel, <br>in the custody of winter’s frozen soil. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still, above ground, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the Snowdropp hears the wind of her lover’s song—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">she longs and longs then rises to her lover’s strum <br>but in a flash her petal’s gone </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet in that second, that moment <br>when love was once again made new—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the girl, well beyond the fog and pub dwellers, <br>hears only her Baba’s granite voice </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">revealed in the eternal romance of Kardelen <br>sprouting toward Spring, love and valor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Leo+Briones">Leo Briones</a></strong></div>

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