From the Book "Far Green Island"
by Vagif Samadoghlu
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I am leaving now to come back home again,
Life has turned into the house with one room.
Where to head for, where to run?
The world is closed as well as that door.
The weakest gleam of this oil-lamp
Is shedding desperate lights on the wall.
God takes the word "joy" away from my poems
Saying "It is not yours!"
Page 141. 1983
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