Things I Didn't Know I Loved Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBEF GHGI JKKKKKLMKMK NOBPKQBKBRPOKSONTU KVWXPKYSYBZYOXYXYA2X YYB2YA2BKZC2BZKB KYXY KOYD2KYYYYE2KYK KYX BBKXKSF2 KE2K KKY BZG2YZBYKXY YZBKKBB XX X

it's March thA
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague Berlin trainB
night is fallingC
I never knew I likedD
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plainB
I don't likeE
comparing nightfall to a tired birdF
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I didn't know I loved the earthG
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love itH
I've never worked the earthG
it must be my only Platonic loveI
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and here I've loved rivers all this timeJ
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hillsK
European hills crowned with chateausK
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can seeK
I know you can't wash in the same river even onceK
I know the river will bring new lights you'll never seeK
I know we live slightly longer than a horse but not nearly as long as a crowL
I know this has troubled people beforeM
and will trouble those after meK
I know all this has been said a thousand times beforeM
and will be said after meK
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I didn't know I loved the skyN
cloudy or clearO
the blue vault Andrei studied on his back at BorodinoB
in prison I translated both volumes of War and Peace into TurkishP
I hear voicesK
not from the blue vault but from the yardQ
the guards are beating someone againB
I didn't know I loved treesK
bare beeches near Moscow in PeredelkinoB
they come upon me in winter noble and modestR
beeches are Russian the way poplars are TurkishP
the poplars of IzmirO
losing their leavesK
they call me The KnifeS
lover like a young treeO
I blow stately mansions sky highN
in the Ilgaz woods in I tied an embroidered linen handkerchiefT
to a pine bough for luckU
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I never knew I loved roadsK
even the asphalt kindV
Vera's behind the wheel we're driving from Moscow to the CrimeaW
KoktebeleX
formerly Goktep eacute ili in TurkishP
the two of us inside a closed boxK
the world flows past on both sides distant and muteY
I was never so close to anyone in my lifeS
bandits stopped me on the red road between Bolu and Gered eacuteY
when I was eighteenB
apart from my life I didn't have anything in the wagon they could takeZ
and at eighteen our lives are what we value leastY
I've written this somewhere beforeO
wading through a dark muddy street I'm going to the shadow playX
Ramazan nightY
a paper lantern leading the wayX
maybe nothing like this ever happenedY
maybe I read it somewhere an eight year old boyA2
going to the shadow playX
Ramazan night in Istanbul holding his grandfather's handY
his grandfather has on a fez and is wearing the fur coatY
with a sable collar over his robeB2
and there's a lantern in the servant's handY
and I can't contain myself for joyA2
flowers come to mind for some reasonB
poppies cactuses jonquilsK
in the jonquil garden in Kadikoy Istanbul I kissed MarikaZ
fresh almonds on her breathC2
I was seventeenB
my heart on a swing touched the skyZ
I didn't know I loved flowersK
friends sent me three red carnations in prisonB
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I just remembered the starsK
I love them tooY
whether I'm floored watching them from belowX
or whether I'm flying at their sideY
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I have some questions for the cosmonautsK
were the stars much biggerO
did they look like huge jewels on black velvetY
or apricots on orangeD2
did you feel proud to get closer to the starsK
I saw color photos of the cosmos in Ogonek magazine now don'tY
be upset comrades but nonfigurative shall we say or abstractY
well some of them looked just like such paintings which is toY
say they were terribly figurative and concreteY
my heart was in my mouth looking at themE2
they are our endless desire to grasp thingsK
seeing them I could even think of death and not feel at all sadY
I never knew I loved the cosmosK
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snow flashes in front of my eyesK
both heavy wet steady snow and the dry whirling kindY
I didn't know I liked snowX
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I never knew I loved the sunB
even when setting cherry red as nowB
in Istanbul too it sometimes sets in postcard colorsK
but you aren't about to paint it that wayX
I didn't know I loved the seaK
except the Sea of AzovS
or how muchF2
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I didn't know I loved cloudsK
whether I'm under or up above themE2
whether they look like giants or shaggy white beastsK
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moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit bourgeoisK
strikes meK
I like itY
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I didn't know I liked rainB
whether it falls like a fine net or splatters against the glass myZ
heart leaves me tangled up in a net or trapped inside a dropG2
and takes off for uncharted countries I didn't know I lovedY
rain but why did I suddenly discover all these passions sittingZ
by the window on the Prague Berlin trainB
is it because I lit my sixth cigaretteY
one alone could kill meK
is it because I'm half dead from thinking about someone back in MoscowX
her hair straw blond eyelashes blueY
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the train plunges on through the pitch black nightY
I never knew I liked the night pitch blackZ
sparks fly from the engineB
I didn't know I loved sparksK
I didn't know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixtyK
to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague Berlin trainB
watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no returnB
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AprilX
MoscowX
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Trans by Randy Blasing and Mutlu KonukX

Nazim Hikmet



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