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sherlyholmes: Poem of the day: “That’s How It Goes” by Nâzım Hikmet, translated from the Turkish by Taner Baybars.

nnraju2020: Nâzım Hikmet POEM: Things I Didn't Know I Loved: Inspirational perspecti...

cirradaye14: ' Books must be wind and pull the curtains.' By:  Nâzim Hikmet

eaunina1: Mothers were a reoccurring theme in the works of Turkish artist İbrahim Balaban (1921-2019). Poet Nazim Hikmet who recognized Balaban’s talent called him köylü ressam (my peasant painter) due to his paintings primarily portraying the every day life of peasants at the time.

kraghad17: Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful, It’s like listening to the most beautiful song, from the most beautiful voice on earth But hope is not enough for me anymore, I don't want to listen to songs anymore I want to sing. —Nazım Hikmet

AbdullahAlattar: “Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful, It’s like listening to the most beautiful song,from the most beautiful voice on earth. But hope is not enough for me anymore, I don't want to listen to songs anymore. I want to sing.” -Nazım Hikmet

Mepbon: Nazim Hikmet with the Cuban poet Fayad Jamís in Havana, 1961, and an excerpt of a poem he wrote while visiting the country. He translated it into French for Jamís, who then published it in Spanish.

Soul__Keeper__: "I love you like dipping bread into salt and eating Like waking up at night with high fever and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth [.] I love you like flying over the sea in a plane for the first time" Nazim Hikmet Ph. Penelope Cruz by Peter Lindbergh

AlwaysEnglsh: -Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful, It is like listening to the most beautiful song From the most beautiful voice on earth… But hope is not enough for me anymore, I don’t want to listen to songs anymore, I want to sing. ~Nazım HİKMET

betterthanstar2: “Nazim Hikmet wrote on his way to being arrested that he didn’t know how much he loved the world. We are all on our way to being arrested, and I write not to change the world but to love it with everything I have.” Grace Schulman

castianira: Nâzım Hikmet (a communist) was son of Mehmet Nazim Pasha, last leader of Thessaloniki & the great-grandson of Mustafa Celalettin Pasha, born as Konstanty Borzęcki, a participant in Polish & Ottoman uprisings

realVoxVulgaris: Sheikh Bedreddin (1359-1420) was a Sufi mystic that led a rebellion against the Ottomans. For him all social differences hindered the oneness in God and he wanted all property to be held in common. Nazım Hikmet, The Epic of Bedreddin:

OzakcaMert: "We will see beautiful days kids / sunny days / We will sail our boats to the blue seas kids / to the bright blue seas,” Nazım Hikmet Ran

ebruderin21a: I do not regret it. Just turn around ... What have you given up for what. What did you choose while still standing? Nazim hikmet

bianet_eng: “The voices of those who lost their loved ones: 1 May '77 and impunity” book by Tuğçe Yılmaz from bianet, a special issue by LeMan humor magazine, a new song adapted from Nazım Hikmet's poem… “We are approaching May Day with enthusiasm”

bianet_eng: “The voices of those who lost their loved ones: 1 May '77 and impunity” book by Tuğçe Yılmaz from bianet, a special issue by LeMan humor magazine, a new song adapted from Nazım Hikmet's poem… “We are approaching May Day with enthusiasm”

Quotecenter1: If I don’t burn, if you don’t burn, if we don’t burn, how will the light vanquish the darkness? Nâzım Hikmet

bianet_eng: “The voices of those who lost their loved ones: 1 May '77 and impunity” book by Tuğçe Yılmaz from bianet, a special issue by LeMan humor magazine, a new song adapted from Nazım Hikmet's poem… “We are approaching May Day with enthusiasm”

Khadhdhie: “The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet...” ~ Nazim Hikmet

Iamacommonner: অসাধারণ Nazim Hikmet have been one of my favourites.. "I am twenty Lenin is alive In Red Square One hundred and fifty thousand people Thirty five years have passed I am still twenty Lenin is still alive In Red Square's One million people ~ On May 1 by Nazim Hikmet

India_Resists: Reminds of Nazim Hikmet’s poems: “Will my funeral start in our courtyard below? How will you bring my coffin down three floors? The lift will not take it and the stairs are too narrow.”

DiabeticCyborgg: In response to Nazim Hikmet’s ‘I Think Now You’re Just Like Everybody Else’ by Olivia Th

IrfanAjvazi2: “One religion, one law, one right: The labour of the worker” Nazim Hikmet Ran

al_lude: Sone thoughts for ttimes like ours, from Nazim Hikmet.

SaeedTavanaee: I mean, however and wherever we are we must live as ifwe will never die. Nazim Hikmet Translated from the Turkish by Deniz Perin

AKINinfo: I have a message for my Turkish friends too. Remember your great poet, Nazim Hikmet on this solemn day—April 24, 1915: The grocer Karabet’s lights are on This Armenian citizen has not forgiven the slaughter of his father in Kurdish mountains But he loves you(The 2nd of 4 tweets)

3AnglEars: and like nazim hikmet, "you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees"

huutigs: “we either bring life to the planet of death, or let death befall onto our world.” nâzım hikmet

firesermonn: Nâzim Hikmet, from “Things I Didn’t Know I Loved” tr. by Deniz Perin,

raj65025523: Your meanness, treachery of hypocrisy, shit, In short, being able to enjoy life in a period when the sentence is rotten and horse-ridden is only the happiness of the weak. Nazim hikmet

kemnomu: 1. “I am the body next to but unlike yours. You already know me. You already know what I’m made of” — Rachel Zucker 2. “The joy of loving you is like a second person inside me” — Nazim Hikmet

kardelencutie: Turkish modernist poet Nazim Hikmet, who as an avowed Marxist, was sentenced to jail many times for his political activities ❤️❤️

LukeGra25282315: Turkey/ISIS leader Erdogan pretend that he is communist by reading communist poet Nazim Hikmet's poem on the anniversary of Hiroshima - This same dictator also claims he represents Kurds while genocide them, killing them, prison them and raping them.

raj65025523: You are beautiful as mornings and dawn You are like the summer nights of my country When the horse bringing news of happiness knocks on your door Remember me Ah! my hidden rose Nazim hikmet.

ZahraaQasem_: “Because of you, each day is a melon slice, smelling sweetly of earth. Because of you, all fruits reach out to me as if I were the sun.“ -Nazım Hikmet.

aenurgokce_: There’s no shame in being Tahir, nor in being Zühre. there is even no shame in dying for love. Nazım Hikmet Ran

MarxMidwest: Happy Birthday to Paul Robeson! Here is Nazim Hikmet's poem in Robeson's honor

VersoBooks: April 8th 1950: Imprisoned for sedition, the revolutionary Turkish poet Nazim Hikmet launches a hunger strike for amnesty for political prisoners.

06JAnk: One positive effect of AKP hegemony has been to break down the cultural polarisation between left and right. Who in 1978 would have guessed nationalist figures would quote Nazım Hikmet and CHP politicians would be visiting Muhsin Yazıcıoğlu's grave?

kabirspeaks: A Sad State Of Freedom by Nazim Hikmet Translated by Taner Baybars

CashToklas: Nazim Hikmet obviously didn’t know my squirrels.

VChangPoet: “Living is no laughing matter:/you must live with great seriousness/like a squirrel, for example—“ -Nâzim Hikmet, from Hirsch’s 100 Poems to Break Your Heart

salih453226: Good Evening It was evening again, the waters darkened There are flutes of flutes in empty mountains The white swans disappeared from the lakes The wind moans on the bent branches Nazım Hikmet

NazimHikmet_0: One will be you, the other me. ~Nazim Hikmet, 18 Feb 1945, 'Letter from my wife'

iktm09: and I believe my love loves me especially if it’s a day I feel good about people I’m touched by falling leaves especially those falling on boulevards especially chestnut leaves by Nazim Hikmet Translated by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk +

AfricasDaughter: The little girl of Hiroshima by Turkish poet by Nazim Hikmet

Bertrom: “.. you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees— and not for your children, either, but because although you fear death you don't believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier.” Nazim Hikmet

rabihalameddine: Four years ago: Things I Didn’t Know I Loved by Nazim Hikmet

Syyeda14: Things I didn't know I loved Nazim Hikmet

KashmirMailbox: I mean, you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you’ll plant olive trees— and not for your children, either, but because although you fear death you don’t believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier. Nazim Hikmet, from "On Living"

smkindofmnster: "Exit light, enter night, take my hand, we are off to never never land." -Nazim Hikmet

SouthernMarxist: I really enjoyed this poem by Nazim Hikmet

MarxMidwest: Love this poem by Nazim Hikmet

everythjngoes: are u a gay turkish leftist obsessed with nazim hikmet or r u normal

kraghad17: I'm twenty-seven, she's seventeen. "Blind Cupid, lame Cupid, both blind and lame Cupid said, Love this girl," Nazim Hikmet — From A Spring Piece Left In The Middle, 21 April 1929

samrat747: About My Poetry by Nazim Hikmet I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate -- a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire!

samrat747: Angina Pectoris by Nazim Hikmet If half my heart is here, doctor, the other half is in China with the army flowing toward the Yellow River. And, every morning, doctor, every morning at sunrise my heart is shot in Greece. And every night,c doctor, -

samrat747: Regarding Art by Nazim Hikmet Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary strung on strands of golden hair! -

samrat747: About My Poetry by Nazim Hikmet I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate -- a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire! -

samrat747: Last Will And Testament by Nazim Hikmet Comrades, if I don't live to see the day -- I mean,if I die before freedom comes -- take me away and bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia. -

GrillStanley: Having been recently introduced to the poetry of Nazim Hikmet, I couldn't help myself and had to set several of the poems he wrote for his wife, while confined as a political prisoner. For any who might enjoy browsing through scores -

GrillStanley: Thanks to the beautiful soprano Beste Kalender, I was introduced to the poetry of Nazim Hikmet. Two of his poems, composed for his wife during his political imprisonment, are now scored for soprano and string orchestra.

LuckyErica3: I often turn to Nâzim Hikmets poetry for comfort. Hikmet was born 1902 son of a civil servant in modern day Thesssaloniki, studied in Russia and was a political prisoner in his homeland Turkey. Beloved by Turkish people, his carceral poetry is frank, hopeful& strong.

samrat747: Don Quixote by Nazim Hikmet The knight of immortal youth at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart and on July morning went out to capture the right, the beautiful, the just. -

samrat747: A Spring Piece Left In The Middle by Nazim Hikmet Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... And me -- poet, proofreader, the man who's forced to read two thousand bad l... -

samrat747: Letters From A Man In Solitary by Nazim Hikmet 1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a pearl-handled jackknife (they won't give me anything sharp) or a plane tree with its head in the clouds. T... -

samrat747: Gioconda And Si-Ya-U by Nazim Hikmet to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La Gioconda" has disappeared. And in the space vacated by the fugitive a copy has been placed. -

samrat747: Autobiography by Nazim Hikmet I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at three I served as a pasha's grandson in Aleppo at nineteen as a student at Moscow Communist University at forty-nine I was back i... -

samrat747: Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison by Nazim Hikmet If instead of being hanged by the neck you're thrown inside for not giving up hope in the world, your country, your people, if you do ten or fifteen years apart from the time you h... -

samrat747: Letter To My Wife by Nazim Hikmet 11-11-1933 Bursa Prison My one and only! Your last letter says: "My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!" You say: "If they hang you, if I lose you, I'll die!" You'll live, my dear-- my memory will vanish like ... -

samrat747: The Strangest Creature On Earth by Nazim Hikmet You're like a scorpion, my brother, you live in cowardly darkness like a scorpion. You're like a sparrow, my brother, always in a sparrow's flutter. You're like a clam, my brother, closed like a clam... -

samrat747: Today Is Sunday by Nazim Hikmet Today is Sunday. For the first time they took me out into the sun today. And for the first time in my life I was aghast that the sky is so far away and so blue and so vast -

samrat747: It's This Way by Nazim Hikmet I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can't get enough of the trees-- they're so hopeful, so green. -

JPBlognik: The most beautiful see hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet..... (Nazim Hikmet)

plastic_bio: The strangest of our powers Is the courage to live Knowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more true. - Nâzım Hikmet

NevenaWednesday: Comrades, if I die before that day, I mean - and it's looking more and more likely - bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia, and if there's one handy,   a plane tree could stand at my head,   I wouldn't need a stone or anything. Nazim Hikmet, Last Will and Testament

MarxMidwest: Picture of Communist Turkish poet and political prisoner Nâzım Hikmet alongside his friends in prison. Bursa, Turkey, 1938. Hikmet would spend 18 years of his life in jail for his political activities. He eventually fled Turkey by attempting to sail across the Bosporus strait...

samrat747: On Living by Nazim Hikmet I Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example-- I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no ... -

samrat747: Optimistic Man by Nazim Hikmet as a child he never plucked the wings off flies he didn't tie tin cans to cats' tails or lock beetles in matchboxes or stomp anthills he grew up -

samrat747: Our Eyes by Nazim Hikmet Our eyes are limpid drops of water. In each drop exists a tiny sign of our genius which has given life to cold iron. Our eyes are limpid drops of water -

samrat747: Hymn To Life by Nazim Hikmet 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. -

CihanUgural: "You are like the sheep, my brother, When the butcher dressed in your wool when the butcher lifts his staff you hurry yourself to get back in the flock and you go to the slaughterhouse running, almost proud." Nazım Hikmet

jinanc1m: i was reading nazim hikmet and i got to thinking that I thought maybe I’d get less stressed if I was a cishet sunni beyaz turk erkek

kraghad17: “ Because of you, each day is a melon slice, smelling sweetly of earth. Because of you, all fruits reach out to me as if I were the sun. “ • Nazım Hikmet (1960)

haqzeeshanali: in the twentieth century grief lasts at most a year. Nazim Hikmet. In response to his wife's letter addressing her apprehensions about his potential death while serving time in prison.

chenchenwrites: I mean, you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you’ll plant olive trees— and not for your children, either, but because although you fear death you don’t believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier. —Nazim Hikmet, from "On Living"

drermankocak: Living is no joke, I mean you must take living so seriously that, even when you are seventy, you must plant olive trees, not because you think they will be left to your children, because you don’t believe in death although you are afraid of it Nazım Hikmet

makay58: Happy International Women's Day to all!! "..and the women, Our women, And with their awesome and blessed hands, With their thin and small chins, and awesome big eyes, Our mothers, our wives, our lovers.." Nazım Hikmet

glinglerimek: “..some says that woman is my dream she is a sin on my neck some says that she kneads dough some says she gives birth neither that, nor this, nor bed, nor dancer, nor dream, nor sin she is my arms, my legs my daughter, my mother, my wife, my sister, my partner. “Nazim Hikmet

CeviriAkademik: O, my optimistic moods My quick falls for deceit My always trusting states My soft walkings My always self blamings My carings for the worthless My tears that flow in vain My holdings in esteem of everyone Goodbye to you all I'll not be anyone's Somebody anyomore Nazım Hikmet

Mehmet84893569: HEART, we will forget him!   You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave,   I will forget the light.    When you have done, pray tell me,            That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you’re lagging,   I may remember him! NAZIM HİKMET.

zgrkc: 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? Nazım Hikmet

nuynk_: Nazım Hikmet travelled to space but police didn't know about it.

hacibaykara: “The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet..” Nazim Hikmet. Días más progresivas están en camino. Buenos días.

StamatinaLiosi: Just realised that Nazim Hikmet's 'A cloud in love' is soooo similar to Wender's 'Wings of desire.'

815_1979: Tears do not shed tears in the eyes that used to see fires The fighters do not bow their heads, they hold the star high with pride Nazım Hikmet

peterdamianent1: Some Advice To Those Who Will Spend Time In Prison Nazim Hikmet If instead of being hanged by the neck you’re thrown inside for not giving up hope in the world, your country, your people, if you do ten or fifteen years apart from the time you...

apu00276: "Who knows .. Maybe the hero of your tale went to be an extra in another story." - Nazim hikmet

milos2018: “Separation isn’t time or distance it’s the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords” Nazım Hikmet



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