“I come and stand at every door But none can hear my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead for I am dead I'm only seven though I died In Hiroshima long ago I'm seven… — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share Image
“I can't promise to be calm, dignified, and indifferent, like a rock by the sea... If my heart's going to break, let it break from anger, grief, or joy. - To Lydia Ivanna ” — Nâzım 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… — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share Image
“MY WOMAN My woman came with me as far as Brest, she got off the train and stayed on the platform, she grew smaller… — Nazim Hikmet Copy Share Image
“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… — Nâzım Hikmet Copy Share Image
“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
