About My Poetry
Nazim Hikmet
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate -- a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire! My honey is my everything. I guard my riches and my real-estate -- my honey pot, I mean -- from pests of every species, Brother, just wait... As long as I've got honey in my pot, bees will come to it from Timbuktu...
Next 10 Poems
- Nazim Hikmet : Angina Pectoris
- Nazim Hikmet : Autobiography
- Nazim Hikmet : Don Quixote
- Nazim Hikmet : Gioconda And Si-ya-u
- Nazim Hikmet : Hymn To Life
- Nazim Hikmet : It's This Way
- Nazim Hikmet : Last Will And Testament
- Nazim Hikmet : Letter To My Wife
- Nazim Hikmet : Letters From A Man In Solitary
- Nazim Hikmet : Lion In An Iron Cage
Previous 10 Poems
- Nazim Hikmet : A Spring Piece Left In The Middle
- Nazim Hikmet : A Sad State Of Freedom
- Hermann Hesse : Without You
- Hermann Hesse : Thinking Of A Friend At Night
- Hermann Hesse : The Poet
- Hermann Hesse : On A Journey
- Hermann Hesse : Lying In Grass
- Hermann Hesse : Lonesome Night
- Hermann Hesse : I Know, You Walk--
- Hermann Hesse : How Heavy The Days
