Invitation Galloping from the Far East reaching to the Mediterranean like a mare head this country is ours Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bare and like a silk carpet this land this hell. This heaven is ours. Let the alien doors be closed, let them not pen again abolish man’s servitude to man, this invitation is ours Nazım Hikmet (1902–1963)
Things I Didn't Know I Loved
Nazim Hikmet it’s 1962 March 28th I’m sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I liked night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain I don’t like comparing nightfall to a tired bird I didn’t know I loved the earth can someone who hasn’t worked the earth love it I’ve never worked the earth it must be my only...