Monday, May 27, 2013

EVENING VIEW OF TWO HOUSES NEAR ACHHABAL GARDEN OF KASHMIR AND TWO POEMS OF TURKISH POET NAZIM HIKMET


                                                               

                 

EVENING  VIEWS OF TWO  HOUSES  NEAR ACHHABAL GARDEN OF KASHMIR  AND

PHOTO AUTAR MOTA 2012 .

I ADD TWO POEMS OF TURKISH POET *NAZIM HIKMET  TO THESE VIEWS ..

(1) 
(I Come and Stand at Every Door )

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead.

I'm only seven although I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.

My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.

I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweet, nor even bread
I ask for nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.

All that I ask is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today
So that the children of this world
May live and grow and laugh and play.
 (Nazim Hikmet )
(This is my  favorite pro peace and anti war  poem  . Several artists have sung this poem.. Incidentally I first heard this poem as a song .So touching that I kept listening it  again and again.
"When children die they do not grow" extremely  moving words .
Can we save humanity from the perils of hostilities that eventually lead to death and destruction ? Can we give children Peace and cheerfulness ..)
(2) 
(It's This Way)

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.

(Nazim Hikmet) —

*NAZIM HIKMET (1902-1963 ) ...

  Nazim Hikmet (1902-1963 ) has always been my favorite poet. I wish I knew Turkish to know him a little better . Nonetheless the translations of his poems that are available in the Market or on Net , demonstrate his passion for life, his country and Marxism .

His mammoth reach through his poems is something unique. If he is read in Moscow , he is also read in London , New York, Cape town , New Delhi , Dacca , Lahore and anywhere and everywhere . Readers call him a poet of Humanity ,compassion and a passionate believer in the human race in spite of being imprisoned and separated from his wife, son and his dear country by Turkish rulers. He was stripped of his Turkish nationality in 1951 because of his communist views and  despite a ban on his poetry which remained operative till  1965, Hikmet has been  one of Turkey's best-loved poets.

His loveliest poems were written during the prolonged imprisonments and the period of exile after he fled Turkey in the early 1950s.
His dexterity as a poet and his life as a person, have made him into one of the brightest stars of Turkish and twentieth century world literature. One thing that I found common in the poetry of Darwish of Palestine and Nazim Hikmet of Turkey is that both of them never surrender their profound faith in humanity.
About this great poet Pablo Neruda
wrote:
"Thanks for what you were and for the fire / which your song left forever burning",

Hikmet was also supported by Jean-Paul Sartre and Pablo Picasso. Nobel laureate Orhan Pamuk is all out in support of Hikmet.

Here is a poet whose books in translation found lovers and readers in many countries though banned in his own country. I quote from his poem :

"You're
You're my bondage and my freedom,
my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
you're my country.
Hazel eyes marbled green,
you're awesome, beautiful and brave,
you're my desire always just out of reach."
( Autar  Mota )
26th May 27, 2013… Time 11.55 PM … Good Night ..
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