Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O’Clock Poems) (Nazim Hikmet Poems)
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
I was born in 1902I never once went back to my birthplaceI don't like to turn backat three I served ...
Since I've been in jailthe world has turned around the sun ten timesAnd if you ask the earth, it will ...
Iwant to die before you.Iwant to die before you.Do you think that who passes laterwill find who's gone before?I don't ...
My brothers,Forgive me if I'm unable to sayhonestly and straightforwardlyall that I would like to say to youI'm drunk, my ...
A young Japanese fisherman was killedby a cloud at sea.I heard this song from his friends,one lurid yellow evening on ...
The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Womanand the HoneysuckleHe was a blue-eyed giant,He loved a miniature woman.The woman's dream was of ...
my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and outI am a walnut tree in Gulhane Parkan old walnut, knot by ...
I come and stand at every doorBut none can hear my silent treadI knock and yet remain unseenFor I am ...
I think of youand I feel the scent of my mothermy mother, the most beautiful of all.You are on the ...
Mary didn't give birth to God.Mary isn't the mother of God.Mary is one mother among many mothers.Mary gave birth to ...
I finally made it to your city,but I was late, Samet,we couldn't get together:I was late by the space of ...
Awake.Where are you?At home.Still unaccustomed-awake or sleeping-to being in your own home.This is just one more of the stupefactionsof spending ...
I love youlike dipping bread into salt and eatingLike waking up at night with high feverand drinking water, with the ...
You are my enslavement and my freedomYou are my flesh burning like a raw summer nightYou are my countryYou are ...
To overcome lies in the heart, in the streets, in the booksfrom the lullabies of the mothersto the news report ...
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,It is like listening to the most beautiful songFrom the most beautiful voice on earth...But ...
You are my drunkenness...I did not sober up, as if I can do that;I don't want to anyway.I have a ...
Comrades, if I don't live to see the day -- I mean,if I die before freedom comes -- take me ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate -- a pot of ...
If half my heart is here, doctor, the other half is in China with the army flowing toward the Yellow ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
If instead of being hanged by the neck you're thrown inside for not giving up hope in the world, your ...
Look at the lion in the iron cage, look deep into his eyes: like two naked steel daggers they sparkle ...
You're like a scorpion, my brother, you live in cowardly darkness like a scorpion. You're like a sparrow, my brother, ...
Today is Sunday. For the first time they took me out into the sun today. And for the first time ...
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