Wednesday, December 21, 2005
"Living is no laughing matter"
So begins this great poem by Nazim Hikmet, a Turkish poet of whom Chandrahas Choudhury asks in a lovely post: "Has any poet ever made death seem so much fun?" He describes Hikmet's life, his poetry, and links to some exceptional poems by him, of which I enjoyed particularly this one: "I Come and Stand at Every Door." An excerpt:
I come and stand at every doorRemarkable work. Do read Chandrahas's post, and you can buy some of Hikmet's work here.
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.