Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE AFGHIJKLMNOPQIR AKSBTUVWX AYZOA2B2C2KKD2 ABCDE E2F2G2H2E2I2J2LFH2C2 LK2VLKE2BL2L2E2H2M2B E2 M2BVN2O2 H2H2P2Q2BO2R2S2S2E2 T2LU2LVLV2LE2E2W2E2E X2E2 Y2Z2A3B3C3D3E3F3Y2Z2 G3H3I3J3LK3L3LM3N3O3 H2Y2Z2E2 LP3Q3R3P2E2E2VE2 S3ET3U3D3S3J2EOD3J2E 2E2V3E2D3C2H2BOH2D3H 2 XW3X3Y3Z3Y2D3IE2E2 IBLA4E2A4OB4LLBC4YS2 H2OYD4E2E2 E2OOOE4F4LE4H3E2 BG4BTE2TH4VVI4BJ4FE2 J2K4L4M4F2E2BE2LE2LN 4N4E2 D3IOBE2O4P4 D3XH2TE2Q4E2 LCF3R4O2S3E2E2E2 YM4OM4X2S4E2S4YT4U4V 4W4E2 YX4E2TE2H2YTOY4L3S2C 4Z4YX4E2BBBH3IE2E2 B3E2BF4E2F2E2S3OE2F4 E2Y2F4E2 O2S3O2E2TE2 Y| Remembering you is good | A |
| in prison | B |
| amid the news | C |
| of victory and death | D |
| as my fortieth year passes | E |
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| Remembering you is good | A |
| your hand | F |
| forgotten upon a blue dress | G |
| your hair | H |
| with the grave softness | I |
| of the earth of my beloved Istanbul | J |
| This joy of loving you | K |
| is like a second person inside me | L |
| The smell of geranium leaves | M |
| on your fingertips | N |
| warm and comforting | O |
| The invitation of your flesh | P |
| a hot | Q |
| intense darkness | I |
| scored by vivid red lines | R |
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| Remembering you is good | A |
| or writing about you | K |
| as I lie on my back | S |
| in prison | B |
| thinking of such and such a day | T |
| at such and such a place | U |
| of some words you said | V |
| not of the words so much | W |
| but of the world and you within them | X |
| - | |
| Remembering you is good | A |
| I must carve some things for you again | Y |
| a jewel box | Z |
| a ring | O |
| I must weave a length of thin silk | A2 |
| then jump up | B2 |
| and clutching the window bars | C2 |
| shout what I have written for you | K |
| to the innocent blue | K |
| of freedom | D2 |
| - | |
| Remembering you is good | A |
| in prison | B |
| amid the news | C |
| of victory and death | D |
| as my fortieth year passes | E |
| - | |
| - | |
| At this late hour | E2 |
| on this autumn night | F2 |
| I am filled with your words | G2 |
| Eternal | H2 |
| like time like matter | E2 |
| Naked | I2 |
| like an eye | J2 |
| Heavy | L |
| like a hand | F |
| Words which sparkle | H2 |
| like stars | C2 |
| Your words came to me | L |
| from your heart | K2 |
| your head | V |
| your body | L |
| Your words delivered you | K |
| mother | E2 |
| woman | B |
| comrade | L2 |
| Your words were sad | L2 |
| they were bitter | E2 |
| hopeful | H2 |
| heroic | M2 |
| Your words were human | B |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| Our son is sick | M2 |
| his father in prison | B |
| your heavy head | V |
| fallen in your tired palms | N2 |
| the laughter drained from your golden eyes | O2 |
| - | |
| People | H2 |
| will surely carry people | H2 |
| on to sunnier days | P2 |
| our son will get well | Q2 |
| his father out of prison | B |
| your golden eyes | O2 |
| will fill with laughter once more | R2 |
| Our fate | S2 |
| is the world's fate | S2 |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| Reading books | T2 |
| you're there inside me | L |
| Hearing songs | U2 |
| you're inside me | L |
| Eating my bread | V |
| you're sitting before me | L |
| Or at my work | V2 |
| you're before me | L |
| You're my 'silent partner' | E2 |
| everywhere | E2 |
| Although we cannot speak | W2 |
| Although we cannot hear | E2 |
| each other's voices | E |
| You're my widow of eight years | X2 |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| What is she doing now | Y2 |
| this second this very second | Z2 |
| Is she at home outside | A3 |
| working lying down on her feet | B3 |
| could she be raising her arm | C3 |
| O my love | D3 |
| how this movement bares | E3 |
| her strong white wrist | F3 |
| What is she doing now | Y2 |
| this second this very second | Z2 |
| Perhaps she has a kitten on her lap | G3 |
| she's petting it | H3 |
| Or perhaps she's walking about to step | I3 |
| O those feet I cherish | J3 |
| those feet which bring her to me | L |
| on tip toe when days are dark | K3 |
| And what is she thinking about | L3 |
| of me | L |
| Or who knows | M3 |
| why the beans take so long to cook | N3 |
| Or even | O3 |
| why the majority of men are so miserable | H2 |
| What is she thinking now | Y2 |
| this second this very second | Z2 |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| The loveliest sea | L |
| is the sea not yet traveled | P3 |
| The loveliest child | Q3 |
| is the child not yet born | R3 |
| Our loveliest days | P2 |
| are those we have not yet lived through | E2 |
| And the loveliest word I would say to you | E2 |
| is the word that I have not yet said | V |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| Squatting I look at the earth | S3 |
| I look at the grasses | E |
| I look at the insects | T3 |
| I look at the deep blue flowers opening from stems | U3 |
| I look at you my love | D3 |
| You are like the spring earth | S3 |
| Stretched out on my back I see the sky | J2 |
| I see the tree's branches | E |
| I see the storks flying | O |
| I see you my love | D3 |
| You are like the spring sky | J2 |
| Lighting a night fire I touch the fire | E2 |
| I touch the water | E2 |
| I touch the cloth | V3 |
| I touch the silver | E2 |
| I touch you my love | D3 |
| You are the fire lit beneath the stars | C2 |
| Inside of people I love people | H2 |
| I love action | B |
| I love thinking | O |
| I love my struggle | H2 |
| I love you my love | D3 |
| You are a person inside my struggle | H2 |
| - | |
| - | |
| PM | X |
| horns blare in the yard | W3 |
| soon they will close the cell doors | X3 |
| This prison term | Y3 |
| is longer than the others | Z3 |
| nearly eight years now | Y2 |
| Living is a labor of hope my love | D3 |
| living is a serious business | I |
| like loving you | E2 |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| They enslaved us | I |
| threw us in prison | B |
| me | L |
| inside the walls | A4 |
| you | E2 |
| outside the walls | A4 |
| But that is nothing | O |
| the true evil is that | B4 |
| knowingly | L |
| or unknowingly | L |
| a man carries the prison | B |
| inside himself | C4 |
| Most of the men | Y |
| fallen to this state | S2 |
| are honorable | H2 |
| hard working | O |
| good men | Y |
| and deserve to be loved | D4 |
| as I love you | E2 |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| Thinking of you | E2 |
| is a beautiful thing | O |
| a hopeful thing | O |
| a thing like hearing | O |
| the most beautiful song | E4 |
| from the world's most beautiful voice | F4 |
| But hope no longer is enough for me | L |
| I no longer want to hear the song | E4 |
| I want to sing it | H3 |
| September | E2 |
| - | |
| Above the mountain | B |
| there is a cloud | G4 |
| swollen with sun above the mountain | B |
| Another day | T |
| passed without you | E2 |
| with and without the world another day | T |
| They will open soon | H4 |
| in bursts of red | V |
| nightflowers will open in bursts of red | V |
| Soundless bold wings | I4 |
| carry our separation | B |
| that separation like an exile | J4 |
| from the homeland | F |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| The wind flows by | J2 |
| no cherry branch moves | K4 |
| with the same wind twice | L4 |
| Birds chatter in the trees | M4 |
| wings poised for flight | F2 |
| A closed door | E2 |
| waiting to be thrown open | B |
| I want you | E2 |
| I want life to be as lovely | L |
| and friendly and good as you | E2 |
| I know this feast of misery | L |
| is not yet finished | N4 |
| But it will be finished | N4 |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| Both of us know my love | D3 |
| they taught us | I |
| the hunger the shivering | O |
| the withering exhaustion | B |
| the separation from each other | E2 |
| Still we have not been forced to kill | O4 |
| nor tasted the moment of being killed | P4 |
| - | |
| Both of us know my love | D3 |
| we can teach them | X |
| to fight for our people | H2 |
| to love each day | T |
| a little stronger | E2 |
| a little more from our souls | Q4 |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| Clouds pass heavy | L |
| and swollen with news | C |
| Crushing in my fist | F3 |
| the letter that hasn't come yet | R4 |
| Tears in the corners of my eyes | O2 |
| goodbyes said to the endless earth | S3 |
| And I want to shout Piraye | E2 |
| Pi ra ye | E2 |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| At night the wind carries the cries of men | Y |
| across the open seas | M4 |
| At night there is danger still in straying | O |
| across the open seas | M4 |
| This field unplowed for six years | X2 |
| still bears the tracks of tank treads | S4 |
| This winter the snow will cover | E2 |
| these untouched tracks of tank treads | S4 |
| Ah my dearest the antennas are lying again | Y |
| so that the merchants of sweat can close | T4 |
| with profits | U4 |
| But those who have returned from Azrail's feast | V4 |
| have returned with their decisions made | W4 |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| I've become unbearable again | Y |
| sleepless petty cross | X4 |
| You can see | E2 |
| I'm working one day | T |
| like a blasphemous shrew | E2 |
| like a raging animal | H2 |
| And then | Y |
| I'm on my back the next day | T |
| from morning to evening | O |
| a lazy folksong in my mouth | Y4 |
| like a cigarette that has gone out | L3 |
| The hate | S2 |
| and the pity I feel for myself | C4 |
| hold me totally in their grasp | Z4 |
| I've become unbearable again | Y |
| sleepless petty cross | X4 |
| As always I'm unfair | E2 |
| Without any reason | B |
| or any possibility of one | B |
| and even though it's a vile humiliation | B |
| I can't help it | H3 |
| I'm jealous | I |
| Forgive me | E2 |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| Last night I had a dream | |
| You were sitting at my feet | B3 |
| You raised your head turned | |
| Your enormous golden eyes to me | E2 |
| And asked a question | B |
| Your wet lips opened and closed | |
| But I didn't hear your voice | F4 |
| The hour struck as though somewhere | E2 |
| There was good news in the night | F2 |
| Whispers of endlessness in the air | E2 |
| My canary in its red cage | |
| Singing the Song of Memo | |
| The small cracking sounds of seeds | |
| Pushing and lifting the earth | S3 |
| And the just and triumphant humming | O |
| Of some gathering comes to my ear | E2 |
| Your wet lips still opened and closed | |
| But I didn't hear your voice | F4 |
| I awoke in a nervous uncertainty | E2 |
| I had fallen asleep over my book it seems | |
| But I am wondering now | Y2 |
| Whether all those voices were not your voice | F4 |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| Looking in your eyes | O2 |
| I am drunk with the smell of warm earth | S3 |
| lost in a wheat field among the stalks | |
| Your eyes | O2 |
| are like an eternal substance changing endlessly | E2 |
| pits without bottom with flashes of green | |
| whose secret is given up a little each day | T |
| but never completely surrendered | |
| October | E2 |
| - | |
| When | Y |
Nazim Hikmet
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