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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:46 pm | |
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| Nazim Hikmet was born on January 15, 1902 in Salonika, Ottoman | |
| Empire (now Thessalon�ki, Greece), where his father served in | |
| the Foreign Service. He was exposed to poetry at an early age | |
| through his artist mother and poet grandfather, and had his | |
| first poems published when he was seventeen. | |
| aised in | |
| Istanbul, Hikmet left Allied-occupied Turkey after the First | |
| World War and ended up in Moscow, where he attended the | |
| university and met writers and artists from all over the world. | |
| After the Turkish Independence in 1924 he returned to Turkey, | |
| but was soon arrested for working on a leftist magazine. He | |
| managed to escape to Russia, where he continued to write plays | |
| and poems. | |
| n 1928 a general amnesty allowed Hikmet to return | |
| to Turkey, and during the next ten years he published nine books | |
| of poetry�five collections and four long poems�while working as | |
| a proofreader, journalist, scriptwriter, and translator. He left | |
| Turkey for the last time in 1951, after serving a lengthy jail | |
| sentence for his radical acts, and lived in the Soviet Union and | |
| eastern Europe, where he continued to work for the ideals of | |
| world Communism. | |
| fter receiving early recognition for his | |
| patriotic poems in syllabic meter, he came under the influence | |
| of the Russian Futurists in Moscow, and abandoned traditional | |
| forms while attempting to �depoetize� poetry. | |
| any of his | |
| works have been translated into English, including<i>Human | |
| Landscapes from My Country: An Epic Novel in | |
| Verse</i>(2009),�<i>Things I Didn�t Know I | |
| Loved</i>�(1975),�<i>The Day Before Tomorrow</i>�(1972),�<i>The | |
| Moscow Symphony</i>�(1970), and<i>Selected Poems</i>�(1967). In | |
| 1936 he published�<i>Seyh Bedreddin destani</i>�(�The Epic of | |
| Shaykh Bedreddin�) and<i>Memleketimden insan | |
| manzaralari</i>�(�Portraits of People from My Land�). | |
| ikmet | |
| died of a heart attack in Moscow in 1963. The first modern | |
| Turkish poet, he is recognized around the world as one of the | |
| great international poets of the twentieth century. | |
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| #Post#: 512210-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:47 pm | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:47 pm | |
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| �<br> | |
| ant to die | |
| before you.�<br> | |
| o you think that who passes later�<br> | |
| ill | |
| find who\'s gone before?�<br> | |
| don\'t think so.�<br> | |
| ou\'d | |
| better have me burned,�<br> | |
| nd put me on the stove in your | |
| room�<br> | |
| n a jar.�<br> | |
| he jar shall be made of | |
| glass,�<br> | |
| ransparent, white glass�<br> | |
| o that you can see me | |
| inside...�<br> | |
| ou see my sacrifice:�<br> | |
| renounced from being | |
| part of the earth,�<br> | |
| renounced from being a flower�<br> | |
| o | |
| be able to stay with you.�<br> | |
| nd I am becoming dust,�<br> | |
| o | |
| live with you.�<br> | |
| ater, when you also die,�<br> | |
| ou\'ll come | |
| to my jar.�<br> | |
| nd we\'ll live there together�<br> | |
| our ash in | |
| my ash,�<br> | |
| ntil a careless bride�<br> | |
| r an unfaithful | |
| grandson�<br> | |
| hrows us out of there...�<br> | |
| ut we�<br> | |
| ntil | |
| that time�<br> | |
| ill mix�<br> | |
| ith each other�<br> | |
| o much | |
| that�<br> | |
| ven in the garbage we are thrown into�<br> | |
| ur grains | |
| will fall side by side.�<br> | |
| e will dive into the soil | |
| together.�<br> | |
| nd one day, if a wild flower�<br> | |
| eeds from | |
| this piece of soil and blossoms�<br> | |
| bove its body, | |
| definitely�<br> | |
| here will be two flowers:�<br> | |
| ne is | |
| you�<br> | |
| ne is me.�<br> | |
| �<br> | |
| on\'t think of death | |
| yet.�<br> | |
| will give birth to a child.�<br> | |
| ife is flooding | |
| from me.�<br> | |
| y blood is boiling.�<br> | |
| will live, but long, | |
| very long,�<br> | |
| ut with you.�<br> | |
| eath doesn\'t scare me | |
| either.�<br> | |
| ut I find our way of funeral�<br> | |
| ather | |
| unlikable.�<br> | |
| ntil I die,�<br> | |
| think this will get | |
| better.�<br> | |
| s there a hope you\'ll get out of prison these | |
| days?�<br> | |
| voice in me says:�<br> | |
| aybe.� | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:50 pm | |
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| think of you�<br> | |
| nd I feel | |
| the scent of my mother�<br> | |
| y mother, the most beautiful of | |
| all.�<br><br> | |
| ou are on the carousel of the festival inside | |
| me�<br> | |
| ou hover around, your skirt and your hair | |
| flying�<br> | |
| ere seconds between finding your beautiful face and | |
| losing it.<br><br> | |
| hat is the reason,�<br> | |
| hy do I remember | |
| you like a wound on my heart�<br> | |
| hat is the reason that I hear | |
| your voice when you are so far�<br> | |
| nd I can\'t help getting up | |
| with excitement?�<br><br> | |
| kneel down and look at your | |
| hands�<br> | |
| want to touch your hands�<br> | |
| ut I can\'t�<br> | |
| ou | |
| are behind a glass.�<br> | |
| weetheart, I am a bewildered spectator | |
| of the drama�<br> | |
| hat I am playing in my twilight.� | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:52 pm | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:54 pm | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:56 pm | |
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| az?m Hikmet fled to Moscow in | |
| the 1950s and died in exile in 1963. AA Photo | |
| urkey�s EU | |
| Minister Mevl�t �avu?o?lu paid a visit to the grave of famous | |
| Turkish socialist poet Naz?m Hikmet in Moscow June | |
| 8.<br><br>�Away from his homeland, stripped of citizenship, he | |
| passed away in these lands as a treasured figure of our | |
| country,� �avu?o?lu said during his visit.<br><br>With a | |
| prolific body of work translated into more than 50 languages, | |
| Hikmet is widely considered among the most influential Turkish | |
| poets of the 20th century.<br><br>Having spent years in Turkish | |
| prisons for his political views and being stripped of his | |
| citizenship, Hikmet fled to Moscow in the 1950s and died in | |
| exile in 1963.<br><br>The Turkish government restored his | |
| citizenship in 2009.<br><br>�avu?o?lu said he wanted Hikmet�s | |
| grave to be transferred to Turkey, but added any decision | |
| regarding this could not be one-sided. | |
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| #Post#: 512216-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 5:59 pm | |
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| Ceviz A?ac? The Walnut Tree<br>Ba??m k�p�k k�p�k bulut, i�im | |
| d???m deniz,�<br> | |
| en bir ceviz a?ac?y?m G�lhane | |
| Park?\'nda,�<br> | |
| udak budak, ?erham ?erham ihtiyar bir | |
| ceviz.�<br> | |
| e sen bunun fark?ndas?n, ne polis | |
| fark?nda.�<br><br> | |
| en bir ceviz a?ac?y?m G�lhane | |
| Park?\'nda.�<br> | |
| apraklar?m suda bal?k gibi k?v?l | |
| k?v?l.�<br> | |
| apraklar?m ipek mendil gibi tiril | |
| tiril,�<br> | |
| opar?ver, g�zlerinin, g�l�m, ya??n? | |
| sil.�<br> | |
| apraklar?m ellerimdir, tam y�z bin elim var.�<br> | |
| �z | |
| bin elle dokunurum sana, ?stanbul\'a.�<br> | |
| apraklar?m | |
| g�zlerimdir, ?a?arak bakar?m.�<br> | |
| �z bin g�zle seyrederim | |
| seni, ?stanbul\'u.�<br> | |
| �z bin y�rek gibi �arpar, �arpar | |
| yapraklar?m.�<br><br> | |
| en bir ceviz a?ac?y?m G�lhane | |
| Park?\'nda.�<br> | |
| e sen bunun fark?ndas?n, ne polis | |
| fark?nda.�<br><br>�<br>My head foaming clouds, sea inside me and | |
| out�<br> | |
| am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park�<br> | |
| n old walnut, | |
| knot by knot, shred by shred�<br> | |
| either you are aware of this, | |
| nor the police�<br><br> | |
| am a walnut tree in Gulhane | |
| Park�<br> | |
| y leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in | |
| water�<br> | |
| y leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk | |
| handkerchief�<br> | |
| ick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your | |
| eyes�<br> | |
| y leaves are my hands, I have one hundred | |
| thousand�<br> | |
| touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I | |
| touch Istanbul�<br> | |
| y leaves are my eyes, I look in | |
| amazement�<br> | |
| watch you with one hundred thousand eyes, I | |
| watch Istanbul�<br> | |
| ike one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat | |
| my leaves�<br><br> | |
| am a walnut tree in Gulhane | |
| Park�<br> | |
| either you are aware of this, nor the police� | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Muni(R) Date: November 3, 2014, 6:08 pm | |
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| Great poet. Some of his work\'s greek translations have been set | |
| to music by Thanos Mikroutsikos, Manos Loisos and | |
| others.� | |
| ere\'s one:� | |
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| Nazim Hikmet | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 3, 2014, 6:54 pm | |
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| Kar?ma Mektup Letter to My Wife | |
| 1-11-1933�<br> | |
| ursa | |
| Hapisanesi�<br><br> | |
| ir tanem!�<br> | |
| on mektubunda:�<br> | |
| "Ba??m | |
| s?zl?yor�<br> | |
| �re?im sersem!\"�<br> | |
| iyorsun.�<br> | |
| "Seni | |
| asarlarsa�<br> | |
| eni | |
| kaybedersem;\"�<br> | |
| iyorsun;�<br> | |
| "ya??yamam!\"�<br> | |
| a?ars?n | |
| kar?c???m,�<br> | |
| ara bir duman gibi da??l?r hat?ram r�zgarda; | |
| ya?ars?n kalbimin�<br> | |
| ?z?l sa�l? bac?s?�<br> | |
| n fazla bir y?l | |
| s�rer�<br> | |
| irminci as?rl?larda�<br> | |
| l�m | |
| ac?s?.�<br><br> | |
| l�m�<br> | |
| ir ipte sallanan bir �l�.�<br> | |
| u | |
| �l�me bir t�rl��<br> | |
| az? olmuyor g�nl�m.�<br> | |
| akat�<br> | |
| min | |
| ol ki sevgilim;�<br> | |
| avall? bir �ingenenin�<br> | |
| ?ll?, siyah | |
| bir �r�mce?e benzeyen eli�<br> | |
| ecirecekse e?er�<br> | |
| pi | |
| bo?az?ma,�<br> | |
| avi g�zlerimde korkuyu g�rmek i�in�<br> | |
| o?una | |
| bakacaklar�<br> | |
| az?ma!�<br><br><br> | |
| en,�<br> | |
| laca | |
| karanl???nda son sabah?m?n�<br> | |
| ostlar?m? ve seni | |
| g�rece?im,�<br> | |
| e yaln?z�<br> | |
| ar? kalm?? bir ?ark?n?n | |
| ac?s?n?�<br> | |
| opra?a g�t�rece?im...�<br><br> | |
| ar?m | |
| benim!�<br> | |
| yi y�rekli�<br> | |
| lt?n renkli,�<br> | |
| �zleri baldan | |
| tatl? ar?m benim:�<br> | |
| e diye yazd?m sana�<br> | |
| stendi?ini | |
| idam?m?n,�<br> | |
| aha dava ilk ad?m?nda�<br> | |
| e bir ?algam gibi | |
| koparm?yorlar�<br> | |
| ellesini adam?n.�<br><br> | |
| aydi bunlara bo? | |
| ver.�<br> | |
| unlar uzak bir ihtimal.�<br> | |
| aran varsa | |
| e?er�<br> | |
| ana fanila bir don al,�<br> | |
| uttu baca??m?n siyatik | |
| a?r?s?,�<br> | |
| e unutma ki�<br> | |
| aima iyi ?eyler | |
| d�?�nmeli�<br> | |
| ir mahbusun kar?s?. | |
| 1-11-1933�<br> | |
| ursa | |
| Prison�<br><br> | |
| y one and only!�<br> | |
| our last letter | |
| says:�<br> | |
| "My head is throbbing,�<br> | |
| y heart is | |
| stunned!\"�<br> | |
| ou say:�<br> | |
| "If they hang you,�<br> | |
| f I lose | |
| you,�<br> | |
| \'ll die!\"�<br> | |
| ou\'ll live, my dear-�<br> | |
| y | |
| memory will vanish like black smoke in the wind.�<br> | |
| f course | |
| you\'ll live, red-haired lady of my heart:�<br> | |
| n the twentieth | |
| century�<br> | |
| rief lasts�<br> | |
| t most a | |
| year.�<br><br><br><br> | |
| eath-�<br> | |
| body swinging from a | |
| rope.�<br> | |
| y heart�<br> | |
| an\'t accept such a | |
| death.�<br> | |
| ut�<br> | |
| ou can bet�<br> | |
| f some poor gypsy\'s | |
| hairy black�<br> | |
| pidery hand�<br> | |
| lips a noose�<br> | |
| round my | |
| neck,�<br> | |
| hey\'ll look in vain for fear�<br> | |
| n | |
| Nazim\'s�<br> | |
| lue eyes!�<br> | |
| n the twilight of my last | |
| morning�<br><br> | |
| �<br> | |
| ill see my friends and you,�<br> | |
| nd | |
| I\'ll go�<br> | |
| o my grave�<br> | |
| egretting nothing but an | |
| unfinished song...�<br><br><br> | |
| y | |
| wife!�<br> | |
| ood-hearted,�<br> | |
| olden,�<br> | |
| yes sweeter than | |
| honey-my bee!�<br> | |
| hy did I write you�<br> | |
| hey want to hang | |
| me?�<br> | |
| he trial has hardly begun,�<br> | |
| nd they don\'t just | |
| pluck a man\'s head�<br> | |
| ike a turnip.�<br><br> | |
| ook, forget | |
| all this.�<br> | |
| f you have any money,�<br> | |
| uy me some flannel | |
| underwear:�<br> | |
| y sciatica is acting up again.�<br> | |
| nd don\'t | |
| forget,�<br> | |
| prisoner\'s wife�<br> | |
| ust always think good | |
| thoughts.�<br><br><br> | |
| ranslation by Randy Blasing and Mutlu | |
| Konuk (1993) | |
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