Poems by Nazim Hikmet
On The Fifth Day Of A Hunger Strike
... I know that you love me and love what's ours ...
Fable of Fables
... the plane trees, mine, the cats, the suns and our lifes ...
Since Ive Been In Jail
... Time flowed like the blood of a child with his throat cut ...
Hiroshima Child
... Death came and turned my bones to dust ...
After Release From Prison
... Eight. That means you're safe until evening ...
The Faces Of Our Women
... That's why Mary's son is so close to us, like our own sons ...
I Think Of You...
... what is the reason that I hear your voice when you are so far ...
I Want To Die Before You
... Is there a hope you'll get out of prison these days ...
You
... You are my flesh burning like a raw summer night ...
