Nazim Hikmet

(1902-1963 / Turkey)

Comments about Nazim Hikmet

  • Gold Star - 67,439 Points Fabrizio Frosini (11/22/2015 4:45:00 PM)

    by Hikmet, in Italian:

    ''Il più bello dei mari''

    Il più bello dei mari
    è quello che non navigammo.
    Il più bello dei nostri figli
    non è ancora cresciuto.
    I più belli dei nostri giorni
    non li abbiamo ancora vissuti.
    E quello
    che vorrei dirti di più bello
    non te l'ho ancora detto.

    - Nazim Hikmet

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  • Rookie Emre Eker (4/14/2014 4:23:00 AM)

    Nazim's wide sky blue eyes are reminsiscent of the great bhosphorus of Turkey..

  • Rookie Seha Alturk (12/28/2013 3:24:00 AM)

    Thus we have learnt to live while reading his poetry!

  • Rookie Savas Evsen (11/26/2013 11:30:00 PM)

    Nazim was not a turkish nor greek nor italian nor russian. He was a poet of all.

  • Rookie Neil Doherty (7/18/2013 6:09:00 AM)

    Sylvia this is a breathtakingly silly statement. As Nazim wrote in Turkish and left behind a huge body of work in the Turkish language the debate over his ancestry (he had partial Polish ancestry by the way) is just plain wrong. Nobody can Turkify a poet who wrote exceptionally well in that language. I really feel you should withdraw that statement as it really is meaningless in the context of late Ottoman, modern Turkish and Greek history. But one question: Can you point out anybody on this planet who does not have what you call mixed blood (the nasty rascist connotations of the phrase should not be overlooked) ....

  • Rookie Nurhan Michel (3/13/2013 2:37:00 PM)

    Dear Sylvia, I know it's so sad to not have Nazim for the Greece but he is a Turkish. If you claimed that he was a Russian i would wait a moment, and think about it; because of his last name. What ever reason made you think he was a greek is really nice of you. And got me smile... That means you guys are reading him and learning his philosophy of being a human, just like Turkish people who reads greek poet Yannis Ritsos or Nikos Kazancakis, and try to learn the philosophy of them.

  • Rookie Tajinder Heer (11/6/2012 7:09:00 AM)

    I think he was an Artist.............

  • Rookie Hande Karatas (9/24/2012 12:25:00 AM)

    Sorry Slyva, but I have to ask what the heck you are talking about. How come was Nazim Hikmet Ran Greek? What kind of a history and greek made-up character are you trying to create? Get your facts straight. Please. Here's a google for this. Good luck!

  • Rookie Ezgi Mertturk (1/25/2012 8:13:00 AM)

    this really silly people who actually doesnt know about the poet and find the right to comment.
    Nazim died in russia because he was had a banishment in turkey, he was a acommunist, and if he would stay there he had to live in prison for the rest of his life.
    his poems always includes the homesickness of turkey.just read memleketim
    he fought for turkish people and their rights, unfortunate for turkey, the goverment was very idiot and threaten him.
    yeah he comes from a greek grandfather, but in those times greece was in ottoman's land.
    so your point is all wrong i please chech before commenting.

  • Rookie - 7 Points Sylva Portoian (1/4/2012 12:06:00 AM)

    Nazim Hikmet: Had a mixed blood... Was Greek and not Turkish
    He died in Russia in exile...Turkis they Turkify every one

Best Poem of Nazim Hikmet

Things I Didn'T Know I Loved

it's 1962 March 28th
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
night is falling
I never knew I liked
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain
I don't like
comparing nightfall to a tired bird

I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love

and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can ...

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It's This Way

I stand in the advancing light,
my hands hungry, the world beautiful.

My eyes can't get enough of the trees--
they're so hopeful, so green.

A sunny road runs through the mulberries,
I'm at the window of the prison infirmary.

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