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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Poetry


1. Persian Poetry

- Read Edward Fitzgerald's English translation of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat.

- To read E.H. Whinfield's translation of Khayyam's Rubaiyat.

2. For my reference
Dinesh Prabhu's Urdu-English Dictionary.

3. Turkish Poetry

Posting a few verses from Turkish poet Nazim Hikmet's, 'A Spring Piece Left in the Middle.' I liked these lines.

And me - poet, proofreader,
the man who's forced to read
two thousand bad lines every day for two liras-
why, since spring has come, am I still sitting here
like a ragged black chair?


My head puts on its cap by itself,
I fly out of the printer's,
I'm on the street.
The lead dirt of the composing room on my face,
seventy-five cents in my pocket.
SPRING IN THE AIR...

~ Read poems of Nazim Hikmet