I bought a book of his poetry at the train station in Milano just because of a phrase on the dust jacket: You are my enslavement and my freedom.
Nazim Hikmet was the first modern poet from Turkey. Born in the Ottoman Empire, thanks to his mom, he was exposed to poetry at an early age. Raised in Istanbul, he then attended university in Moscow, an experience that greatly shaped his political thinking. In 1924 Hikmet returned to Turkey but got arrested for his leftist thinking so he escaped and went back to Russia. Homesick, he went back to Turkey once again in 1928 only to be arrested again and sentenced to 28 years in prison. Once out of jail, in 1951, he returned to Russia and stayed there until his death in 1963.
Russia not only changed Hikmet politically but artistically as well. He was greatly influenced by the Russian Futurists who promoted linguistic experimentation.
Below is a little Hikmet Sampler:
Because of you, each day is a melon slice smelling sweetly of earth…
Because of you, even my loneliest nights smile like an Anatolian kilim on your wall.
I love you like waking up at night with high fever
and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth.
The most beautiful sea hasn’t been crossed yet
…And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven’t said yet.
I didn’t know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty
to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return.
Hikmet’s words have been used as song lyrics. Pete Seeger (of “Where Have All The Flowers Gone”) mated the words of Hikmet’s “I Come And Stand At Every Door” with the Scottish ballad “The Great Silkie” later recorded by The Byrds as well. Hikmet’s poem speaks of a little girl who was killed at Hiroshima thus often used in terms of anti-war protests.
So why don’t we arm ourselves with poetry instead of guns?
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Thanks for that. Loved learning about Nazim. xxx
Thanks Lyn….we’ll be on the island at the beginnninng of May…will be there?besitos
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