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Nazim Hikmet Short Poems

Famous Short Nazim Hikmet Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Nazim Hikmet. A collection of the all-time best Nazim Hikmet short poems


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
and all those things were done to him
I was at his bedside when he died
he said read me a poem
about the sun and the sea
about nuclear reactors and satellites
about the greatness of humanity



by Nazim Hikmet
 Oh, both my shoes are shiny new,
And pristine is my hat;
My dress is 1922.
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My life is all like that.

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.
A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I'm at the window of the prison infirmary.
I can't smell the medicines-- carnations must be blooming nearby.
It's this way: being captured is beside the point, the point is not to surrender.

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 I stood there without a motion.
Then I sat on the ground with respectful devotion leaning against the white wall.
Who cares about the waves with which I yearn to roll Or about strife or freedom or my wife right now.
The soil, the sun and me.
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I feel joyful and how.

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! My honey is my everything.
I guard my riches and my real-estate -- my honey pot, I mean -- from pests of every species, Brother, just wait.
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As long as I've got honey in my pot, bees will come to it from Timbuktu.
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