Birthday Love Poems

Birthday Love Poems

NAZIM of prisons
newly out,
gave me his embroidered shirt
with red gold thread poems
as his poetry.

Threads of Turkish blood
they are his verses, love poem
real Fables
with old inflection, curved or straight,
as alfanjes or swords,
his clandestine verses
facts to face
with all the mid day light,
Today they are like hidden weapons,
They shine under the floors,
waiting in wells,
under the impenetrable darkness
the dark-eyed
of its people.
Their prison wine
to be my brother
and we went around together
the steppe nieves poems
and turned on overnight
with our own lamps.

Here is his portrait
so don't forget your figure:

It is high birthday poem
like a tower
raised in the peace of the Prairies
and above
two Windows:
his eyes
with the light of Turkey.

Wandering Birthday Love Poems
find
the land beneath our feet,
the conquered land
by heroes and poets,
the streets of Moscow, the full moon
to flourish in the walls,
girls
that I love,
the love that we adore,
joy,
our unique sect
total hope that we share,
and above all
a fight love poems
of peoples
where are a drop and another drop,
the human sea drops,
his verses and my verses.

But
behind the joy of Nazim poems
There are facts,
events such as timbers
or as foundations of buildings.

Years
silence and presidio.
Years
It failed
biting, eating, swallow
his heroic youth.

Told me
for more than ten years
they left love poems him
the light of the electric bulb
overnight and today
forget every night,
releases the
even the light on.
Their joy
has black roots
sunken in their homeland
as flower of swamps.
Why love poems
When rie,
When laughs Nazim,
Nazim Hikmet birthday love poems
It's not like when you laugh:
her laugh is whiter
He laughs at the Moon,
the star,
the wine,
the land that does not die,
all the rice greets her with her laugh,
all his people sing for her mouth.