“THE WEEPING WILLOW Flowing was the water showing in its mirror the willow trees. The weeping willows in the water were washing their hair! Striking the willows with their sparkling, bare swords the red horsemen were running to where the… — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share Image
“Separation isn’t time or distance it’s the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords” — Nazım Hikmet Copy Share Image
“You Are My Drunkenness You are my drunkenness... I did not sober up, as if I can do that; I don't want to anyway.… — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share Image
“I come and stand at every door But none can hear my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead… — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share Image
“The life-loving, smart, good-hearted dead don't want forty days of mourning or say, "After me the deluge!" Leaving behind some helpful things - a few words, a tree, a smile - each gets up and goes and does not burden the living with the darkness of the tomb, carrying the weight of his stone all alone. And because they ask… — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share
“moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeois strikes me I like it” — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share Image
“The strangest of our powers Is the courage to live Knowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more true. - In the Snowy Night Woods ” — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share
“MY WOMAN My woman came with me as far as Brest, she got off the train and stayed on the platform, she grew smaller and smaller, she became a kernel of wheat in the infinite blue, then all I could see were the tracks. Then she called out from Poland, but I couldn't answer, I couldn't ask, "Where are you,… — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share
“Haven't you ever thought of living unconsciously like bears, sniffing the earth, close to pears and the mossy dark, far from human voices and fire? - On İbrahim Balaban's Painting "Spring" ” — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share
“The worst is when people - knowingly or not - carry prison inside themselves. - 9-10 P.M. Poems ” — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share Image
“Believe in seeds, earth, and the sea, but in people above all. Love clouds, machines, and books, but people above all. Grieve for the… — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share Image
