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Knock the fences down.

Everyone puts up a fence around his own field Saying: "On this side of the fence, mine is the yield." Come, tear the fences down, demolish the ramparts so that our eyes can gaze at all the distant parts. How can the rooms contain the heart that must live free: It should leap over hill and valley on and on. So long as my eyes possess the power to see, I shall keep scanning the widening horizon. Never go the way of the flowers, of the rose, Never put their hearts in death's throes. Nature is free: Never hold It inside the fortresses, in captivity. We must refuse to play a game of backgammon Sequestered into the squares inlaid with gold. Our hearts should keep growing and soaring on and on Like the ever-broadening, endless horizon. Come, tear the fences down, demolish the ramparts So that our eyes can gaze at all the distant parts.

BAHTIYAR VAHAPADZE (b. 1925) is one of Azerbaijan's most prominent poets. He obtained a doctorate in philology at Azerbaijan State University, where he subsequently became a professor of modern Azeri literature. His publications include many collections of poems and short stories, plays, travel journals, scholarly articles, and journalistic pieces.
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Author:Vahapzade, Bahtiyar
Publication:World Literature Today
Date:Jun 22, 1996
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