You

  You are my enslavement and my freedom
You are my flesh burning like a raw summer night
You are my country
You are the green silks in hazel eyes
You are big, beautiful and triumphant
And you are my sorrow that isn't felt

    the more I feel it.

 

Nâzım Hikmet Ran 

(Picture: fifty days at iliam - the fire that consumes all before it, cy twombly)