!diyelim ki o bunu okuyor

'when we parted in tanger

we said ten years or perhaps a few months

whatever fate and railroads bring, whatever cities or deserts-

now i am in the holy land, alone

reading cavafy- it's half past twelve.

my letters haven't reached you, yet you're somewhere here, petra or

syria

perhaps have entered the gate to this land and are looking for me in

jerusleum –

i wrote to all your addresses and to your mother-

tonite ı am reading books & remembering our old nights together

naked-

i hope fate brings us together, a letter unanswered, held in the red hand-

or crossing some modern street corner, look joyfully in each other's eyes.'

– allen ginsberg, early fifties, early sixties