Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift and loosen old foundations. Lay me on an an… - Carl Sandburg

Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift and loosen old foundations.

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted

I cannot tell you now;
When the wind's drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind's a whisper at last -
Maybe I'll tell you then
some other time.

«عشقِ یک کارگر»

ﺑﺎﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩﮐﺸﯽ ﻓﮑﺮ ﮐﺮﺩه‌ام
ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﯾﮏ ﮐﺎﺭﮔﺮ ﺳﺎﺩه‌ﺍﻡ
ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺁﻥ ﺯﻧﯽ،
ﮐﻪ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ‌ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﺷﻮﻫﺮﺵ ﭘﺰﺷﮏ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ.

ﺍﻣﺎ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻫﻢ ﺍﻫﻤﯿﺘﯽ نمی‌دﻫﻢ
ﻭ ﺣﺘﯽ ﻣﺤﮑﻢ‌ﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻗﺒﻞ
ﺁﺟﺮﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﻣﯽ‌ﭼﯿﻨﻢ.
ﺣﺘﯽ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ می‌‌خوانم
ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﻗﻮﻥِ ﻣﻼﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ می‌گیرم.

ﺍﻣﺎ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻮﺭ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻢ می‌خورد
ﺍﻣﺎ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺮﺩﺑﺎﻥ‌ﻫﺎ ﺯﯾﺮ ﭘﺎﻫﺎﯾﻢ ﻣﯽﻟﺮﺯﻧﺪ
ﺍﻣﺎ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺘﯽ ﺗﺮﺍﺯﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺍﺷﺘﺒﺎه می‌کنند،
ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻫﻢ
ﺩﻗﯿﻘﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﻓﮑﺮ می‌کنم...