Optimistic Man

Nazim Hikmet

as a child he never plucked the wings off flies
he didn't tie tin cans to cats' tails
or lock beetles in matchboxes
or stomp anthills
he grew up
and all those things were done to him
I was at his bedside when he died
he said read me a poem
about the sun and the sea
about nuclear reactors and satellites
about the greatness of humanity

Next 10 Poems

• Nazim Hikmet : Our Eyes
• Nazim Hikmet : Regarding Art
• Nazim Hikmet : Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison
• Nazim Hikmet : The Strangest Creature On Earth
• Nazim Hikmet : Things I Didn't Know I Loved
• Nazim Hikmet : Today Is Sunday
• Oliver Wendell Holmes : A Familiar Letter
• Oliver Wendell Holmes : A Farewell To Agassiz
• Oliver Wendell Holmes : Bill And Joe
• Oliver Wendell Holmes : Brother Jonathan's Lament

Previous 10 Poems

• Nazim Hikmet : On Living
• Nazim Hikmet : Lion In An Iron Cage
• Nazim Hikmet : Letters From A Man In Solitary
• Nazim Hikmet : Letter To My Wife
• Nazim Hikmet : Last Will And Testament
• Nazim Hikmet : It's This Way
• Nazim Hikmet : Hymn To Life
• Nazim Hikmet : Gioconda And Si-ya-u
• Nazim Hikmet : Don Quixote
• Nazim Hikmet : Autobiography