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Nazim Hikmet Poems
- Hymn To Life The hair falling on your forehead ...
- Optimistic Man as a child he never plucked the wings off ...
- A Sad State Of Freedom You waste the attention of your eyes, ...
- Things I Didn'T Know I Loved it's 1962 March 28th I'm ...
- Letter To My Wife 11-11-1933 ...
- It's This Way I stand in the advancing light, my hands ...
- On Living I Living is no laughing matter: you ...
Nâzım Hikmet Ran (15 January 1902 – 3 June 1963), commonly known as Nâzım Hikmet (Turkish pronunciation: [naːˈzɯm hicˈmet] ( listen)) was a Turkish poet, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, director and memoirist. He was acclaimed for the "lyrical flow of his statements". Described as a "romantic communist"and "romantic revolutionary", he was repeatedly arrested for his political beliefs and spent much of his adult life in prison or in exile. His poetry has been translated into more than fifty languages.
According to Nâzım Hikmet, he was of paternal Turkish and maternal German, Polish, Georgian, Circassian and French descent. Nâzım Hikmet's mother came from... more »
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Hymn To Life
The hair falling on your forehead
suddenly lifted.
Suddenly something stirred on the ground.
The trees are whispering
in the dark.
Your bare arms will be cold.
Far off
where we can't see,
the moon must be rising.
It hasn't reached us yet,
slipping through the leaves
to light up your shoulder.
But I know
a wind comes up with the moon.
The trees are whispering.
Your bare arms will be cold.
From above,
from the branches lost in the dark,
...
Nazım Hikmet died as a Polish.Turkey declined his citizenship so he died as a Polish.Neither Turkish nor Greek.And arguing the nation of a communist-man is bullshit.
Looking for the text Nazim wrote for The Greek communist: Belogiannis.
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Why is it important to claim he’s Turkish or Greek? Why is it important to claim anything at all of being one or the other?
Is it the sad fact that we don’t have anything to say ourselves about our life that make us cling onto someone else’s work in hope that we will get some kind of credit or recognition from sharing a route?
How miserable!
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In my humble view, one can’t claim credit for anyone’s artistic work, for that work is the result of the artist having lived life - wherever that life has taken place.
Sure, for legal and most accurately divisive reasons such clarification and distinction becomes necessary but that’s about it. Whether that person is A or B, in this instance Greek or Turkish, I find it completely irrelevant.
Reply to a troll post.
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Of all places, this is the last one I expected to see a debate on an artist’s life - arguing ownership?
Naively, I have this idea that, those whom read poetry or read at all for that matter, will be the last to have such concerns and debates.
A waste and a shame.
slyvia is talking about blood and by this way is proving how racist she is. Nazım Hikmet wrote in Turkish.And this, without any doubt makes him a Turkish poet..
https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=SEbsNaWA7-I
Greeks are in the habit of reclaiming anything Turkish' Baklava, Dolma, Turkish Coffee, Sis Kebap and the other Kebaps, not to mention the folkloric tunes. But, Nazim is none of these yet the Greeks have claimed he is a Greek too. For the record.. He is a Turkish poet with Polish ancestry
Nâzım Hikmet Ran (15 January 1902 – 3 June 1963) , commonly known as Nâzım Hikmet, was a Turkish poet, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, director and memoirist. He was acclaimed for the lyrical flow of his statements. Described as a romantic communist and romantic revolutionary, he was repeatedly arrested for his political beliefs and spent much of his adult life in prison or in exile.
[from Wikipedia]
Listen how Nazim poetry is bathing in the fountain of freedom! Like a child. No need to impress by style or beauty lines, coming out from genuinity and the love for life. These poems of late autumn, granting juicy fruits, cooling air and the low sun casting surprisingly long shadows...