and beginners seeking your prey:
Don't aim your rifles
at my happiness,
which isn't worth
the price of the bullet
(you'd waste on it).
What seems to you
so nimble and fine,
like a fawn,
and flees
every which way,
like a partridge,
isn't happiness.
Trust me:
my happiness bears
no relation to happiness.
Taha Muhammad Ali, So What: New and Selected Poems, 1971 - 2005, Cole et alii (trad.), Copper Canyon Press, 2006.
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