The subtle radiance of a star-dewed flower
Emanates soft swishes in the night
And as you smile your lilac petal smile
The chrysanthemums bloom wild
The chrysanthemums bloom wild
Yes, they bloom. Even in gloom. Even in doom
You, star-shining within my substance
You who shall not wither
Why do smile so, my fleur?
Why, is that silence your speech?
Purple dew melts into the bowl of Aphrodite
Tender stirring, the dryad druid of love
Silence envelops the mystic green fumes that rise
Awakens again the me.
ever hoped never such things happen;
ReplyDeleteThe United States dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima on 6th August 1945 — and every year people across the world commemorate this horrific crime, and renew their determination to destroy all nuclear weapons across this planet.
This is a poem written and read by Turkey’s great poet Nizim Hikmet.
The Little Dead Girl
by Nazim Hikmet
It is me knocking at your door
at how many doors i’ve been
But no one can see me
Since the dead are invisible.
I died at Hiroshima
that was ten years ago
I am a girl of seven
Dead children do not grow.
First my hair caught fire
then my eyes burnt out
I became a handful of ashes
blown away by the wind.
I don’t wish anything for myself
for a child who is burnt to cinders
cannot even eat sweets.
I’m knocking at your doors
aunts and uncles, to get your signatures
so that never again children will burn
and so they can eat sweets.