da Lettere dal carcere a Munevvér, 1943
Poesie d'amore
Frasi di Nazım Hikmet
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Nazım Hikmet
Data di nascita: 15. Gennaio 1902
Data di morte: 3. Giugno 1963
Altri nomi: Nazim Hikmet
Nâzım Hikmet , in italiano spesso scritto Nazim Hikmet, all'anagrafe Nâzım Hikmet Ran è stato un poeta, drammaturgo e scrittore turco naturalizzato polacco.
Definito "comunista romantico" o "rivoluzionario romantico", è considerato uno dei più importanti poeti turchi dell'epoca moderna. Wikipedia
Foto: Processed by Andrei Sdobnikov, Personal collection / Public domain
Frasi Nazım Hikmet
da Lettere dal carcere a Munevvér, 1942
Poesie d'amore
1957), p. 57
Poesie
da Ore di Praga. 2 Il mattino. Praga ottimista. (1957), p. 71
Poesie
1958), p. 78
Poesie
From Welcome (10 September 1961)
From Because of You (29 August 1960)
„At eighteen you sleep without memories.“
From Human Landscapes from My Country, Book Two, Section VII
„You may proclaim that one must live“
From A Sad State Of Freedom
Contesto: You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others—
you are free to make the rich richer.
The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.
You keep thinking in your great freedom
a finger on your temple
free to have a free conscience.
Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
your arms long, hanging,
your saunter about in your great freedom:
you're free
with the freedom of being unemployed.
You love your country
as the nearest, most precious thing to you.
But one day, for example,
they may endorse it over to America,
and you, too, with your great freedom—
you have the freedom to become an air-base.
You may proclaim that one must live
not as a tool, a number or a link
but as a human being—
then at once they handcuff your wrists.
You are free to be arrested, imprisoned
and even hanged.
There's neither an iron, wooden
nor a tulle curtain
in your life;
there's no need to choose freedom:
you are free.
But this kind of freedom
is a sad affair under the stars.
„You are free to be arrested, imprisoned“
From A Sad State Of Freedom
Contesto: You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others—
you are free to make the rich richer.
The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.
You keep thinking in your great freedom
a finger on your temple
free to have a free conscience.
Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
your arms long, hanging,
your saunter about in your great freedom:
you're free
with the freedom of being unemployed.
You love your country
as the nearest, most precious thing to you.
But one day, for example,
they may endorse it over to America,
and you, too, with your great freedom—
you have the freedom to become an air-base.
You may proclaim that one must live
not as a tool, a number or a link
but as a human being—
then at once they handcuff your wrists.
You are free to be arrested, imprisoned
and even hanged.
There's neither an iron, wooden
nor a tulle curtain
in your life;
there's no need to choose freedom:
you are free.
But this kind of freedom
is a sad affair under the stars.
