Nazim Hikmet

(1902-1963 / Turkey)

Nazim Hikmet Poems

1. To Samet Vurgun 4/20/2010
2. The Japanese Fisherman 4/20/2010
3. The Miniature Woman 4/20/2010
4. The Faces Of Our Women 4/20/2010
5. The Walnut Tree 4/20/2010
6. Thinking Of You 4/20/2010
7. You Are My Drunkenness 4/20/2010
8. Since I’ve Been In Jail 4/20/2010
9. After Release From Prison 4/20/2010
10. On The Fifth Day Of A Hunger Strike 4/20/2010
11. Five Lines 4/20/2010
12. You 4/20/2010
13. I Want To Die Before You 4/20/2010
14. I Think Of You... 4/20/2010
15. Today Is Sunday 1/13/2003
16. Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O’clock Poems) 4/20/2010
17. Gioconda And Si-Ya-U 1/13/2003
18. Hiroshima Child 4/20/2010
19. About My Poetry 1/13/2003
20. I Love You 4/20/2010
21. Angina Pectoris 1/13/2003
22. The Strangest Creature On Earth 1/13/2003
23. Last Will And Testament 1/13/2003
24. Autobiography 1/13/2003
25. A Spring Piece Left In The Middle 1/13/2003
26. Don Quixote 1/13/2003
27. Letters From A Man In Solitary 1/13/2003
28. Lion In An Iron Cage 1/13/2003
29. Regarding Art 1/13/2003
30. Our Eyes 1/13/2003
31. A Sad State Of Freedom 1/13/2003
32. Hymn To Life 1/13/2003
33. It's This Way 1/13/2003
34. Letter To My Wife 1/13/2003
35. Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison 1/13/2003
36. On Living 1/13/2003
37. Optimistic Man 1/13/2003
38. Things I Didn'T Know I Loved 1/13/2003
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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Last Will And Testament

Comrades, if I don't live to see the day
-- I mean,if I die before freedom comes --
take me away
and bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia.

The worker Osman whom Hassan Bey ordered shot
can lie on one side of me, and on the other side
the martyr Aysha, who gave birth in the rye
and died inside of forty days.

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