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![Prague | by BadSoull]()
Night train, Prague: photo by Daniel Jurena, 22 January 2014
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 Platonic love
![Charles Bridge at Night - Prague | by virtualwayfarer]()
Charles Bridge at night, Prague: photo by Alex Berger, 11 December 2012
and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can see
I know you can't wash in the same river even once
I know the river will bring new lights you'll never see
I know we live slightly longer than a horse but not nearly as long as a crow
I know this has troubled people before
and will trouble those after me
I know all this has been said a thousand times before
and will be said after me
![Railway in the Sky | by herbraab]()
Railway in the Sky. The "Kalte Rinne" viaduct of the Semmering Raiway (Lower Austria) under a clear, starry sky. The Milky Way arches over the viaduct, while the trails of the passing train can be seen on top of the building: photo by H. Raab, 6 September 2013
I didn't know I loved the sky
cloudy or clear
the blue vault Andrei studied on his back at Borodino
in prison I translated both volumes of War and Peace into Turkish
I hear voices
not from the blue vault but from the yard
the guards are beating someone again
I didn't know I loved trees
bare beeches near Moscow in Peredelkino
they come upon me in winter noble and modest
beeches are Russian the way poplars are Turkish
"the poplars of Izmir
losing their leaves. . .
they call me The Knife. . .
lover like a young tree. . .
I blow stately mansions sky-high"
in the Ilgaz woods in 1920 I tied an embroidered linen handkerchief
to a pine bough for luck
I never knew I loved roads
even the asphalt kind
Vera's behind the wheel we're driving from Moscow to the Crimea
Koktebele
formerly "Goktepé ili" in Turkish
the two of us inside a closed box
the world flows past on both sides distant and mute
I was never so close to anyone in my life
bandits stopped me on the red road between Bolu and Geredé
when I was eighteen
apart from my life I didn't have anything in the wagon they could take
and at eighteen our lives are what we value least
I've written this somewhere before
wading through a dark muddy street I'm going to the shadow play
Ramazan night
a paper lantern leading the way
maybe nothing like this ever happened
maybe I read it somewhere an eight-year-old boy
going to the shadow play
Ramazan night in Istanbul holding his grandfather's hand
his grandfather has on a fez and is wearing the fur coat
with a sable collar over his robe
and there's a lantern in the servant's hand
and I can't contain myself for joy
flowers come to mind for some reason
poppies cactuses jonquils
in the jonquil garden in Kadikoy Istanbul I kissed Marika
fresh almonds on her breath
I was seventeen
my heart on a swing touched the sky
I didn't know I loved flowers
friends sent me three red carnations in prison
![Garden Cat | by LaValle PDX]()
Garden Cat. Kadikoy, Istanbul: photo by LaValle PDX, 11 September 2010
![Kadikoy Kiz Lisesi-04 | by OmniMIT]()
Kadikoy Kiz Lezesi [Istanbul}: photo by Umit Ozdemir, 2 April 2006
![Kadikoy Kiz Lisesi-22 | by OmniMIT]()
Kadikoy Kiz Lezesi [Istanbul}: photo by Umit Ozdemir, 2 April 2006
![Dos enamorados | by Oxiourus with slow internet]()
I just remembered the stars
I love them too
whether I'm floored watching them from below
or whether I'm flying at their side
![Cosmonaut | by sjrankin]()
Edited ISS image of a cosmonaut on an EVA: photo by Stuart Rankin, 16 August 2013
I have some questions for the cosmonauts
were the stars much bigger
did they look like huge jewels on black velvet
or apricots on orange
did you feel proud to get closer to the stars
I saw color photos of the cosmos in Ogonek magazine now don't
be upset comrades but nonfigurative shall we say or abstract
well some of them looked just like such paintings which is to
say they were terribly figurative and concrete
my heart was in my mouth looking at them
they are our endless desire to grasp things
seeing them I could even think of death and not feel at all sad
I never knew I loved the cosmos
![028 : Le train de nuit - The night train. | by rino54]()
Le train de nuit. Seicheprey, France: photo by Renaud Chodkowski, 5 June 2010
snow flashes in front of my eyes
both heavy wet steady snow and the dry whirling kind
I didn't know I liked snow
I never knew I loved the sun
even when setting cherry-red as now
in Istanbul too it sometimes sets in postcard colors
but you aren't about to paint it that way
I didn't know I loved the sea
except the Sea of Azov
or how much
![A Cow of Azov Sea | by lukasz.kryger]()
A Cow of Azov Sea. Mysovoye, near Cape Kazantip, Eastern Crimea: photo by Lukasz Kryger, 30 July 2008
I didn't know I loved clouds
whether I'm under or up above them
whether they look like giants or shaggy white beasts
![Sea of Azov | by SHeva4ever1]()
Sea of Azov: photo by Alexander Shevchenko, 4 April 2010
moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeois
strikes me
I like it
I didn't know I liked rain
whether it falls like a fine net or splatters against the glass my
heart leaves me tangled up in a net or trapped inside a drop
and takes off for uncharted countries I didn't know I loved
rain but why did I suddenly discover all these passions sitting
by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
is it because I lit my sixth cigarette
one alone could kill me
is it because I'm half dead from thinking about someone back in Moscow
her hair straw-blond eyelashes blue
![Peredelkino | by padshewscky]()
Peredelkino: photo by Paul Padshewscky, 16 July 2011
![Peredelkino | by padshewscky]()
Peredelkino: photo by Paul Padshewscky, 16 July 2011
the train plunges on through the pitch-black night
I never knew I liked the night pitch-black
sparks fly from the engine
I didn't know I loved sparks
I didn't know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty
to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return
Moscow, 19 April 1962
Nâzim Hikmet Ran (b. Salonica, 15 January 1902 - d. Moscow, 3 June 1963): Things I Didn't Know I Loved, 28 March-19 April 1962, translated by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing, 1993
![Euronight 477 Metropol From Praha hlavni nadraží to Budapest | by lukvalek]()
Euronight 477 Metropol from Praha hlavni nadrazi to Budapest: photo by Lukas Valicek, 29 July 2014![EuroNight #477, Berlin Hbf | by fotoeins]()
EuroNight #477 (night train from Berlin to Budapest via Prague), Berlin Hauptbahnhof: by Henry Lee, 4 October 2009
![Waitin for Jesenius.. | by Ms Kat]()
Waitin' for Jesenius...The Jan Jesenius is the Prague-Berlin, Berlin-Prague night train: photo by Ms Kat, 18 June 2011
![arches and farewells | by moonbird]()
![Untitled | by wenzday01]()
Main train station, Prague: photo by Wendy, 29 April 2008
![taking flight | by cuantofalta]()
Taking flight, Berlin: photo by Paula Gimeno, 21 November 2009
![Night Trains in the Fog | by Ian_Boys]()
Night Trains in Fog. Czech-German border, 0100 hours: photo by Ian Boys, 10 January 2010
![murder in a train - or - greetings from alfred hitchcock - or - was it mrs. marple? | by extranoise]()
Night train, Berlin. Murder in a train -- or -- greetings from Alfred Hitchcock -- or was it Mrs. Marple? I just shot the photo of the train and later saw this scene. Don't know what it is but it doesn't look nice. In the meantime, I came the to the conclusion that this "thing" must be the Berlin television tower, which is in the direction from where I shot the picture, although I took several photos from the same position and it doesn't appear on the other images: photo by Till Krech, 12 May 2008
![Trains crossing in the night | by Fintrvlr]()
Trains crossing in the night. Helsinki railway yard: photo by Fintrvir, 9 March 2013
![night train | by ewitsoe]()
Night train, Poznan, Poland: photo by ewitsoe, 29 February 2012
![Night Train | by Gerry Balding]()
Night Train. An electric multiple unit waits in the sidings at Lezsno. Taken during a watering stop on a steam special from Wroclaw to Poznan: photo by Gerry Balding, 6 July 2013
![Rails | by Sebeats]()
Rails [Hanover, Germany]: photo by Sebastian Schlattmann, 22 November 2013
![Sur les Rails | by Sylvain Courant photographies]()
Sur les Rails. La gare du Nord de nuit, partir vers de nouveaux horizons: photo by Sylvain Courant, 5 December 2012
![Hösbach Bahnhof | by ConstiAB]()
Hösbach Bahnhof: photo by ConstiAB, 27 March 2015
![TOPSHOTS TOPSHOTS A Perseid meteor along...TOPSHOTS TOPSHOTS A Perseid meteor along the Milky Way illuminates the dark sky near Villadiego in the province of Burgos, northern Spain, during the "Perseids" meteor shower on August 12, 2015. AFP PHOTO/ CESAR MANSOCESAR MANSO/AFP/Getty Images]()
A Perseid meteor along the Milky Way illuminates the dark sky near Villadiego in the province of Burgos, northern Spain, during the “Perseids” meteor shower: photo by Cesar Manso/AFP, 12 August 2015
Night train, Prague: photo by Daniel Jurena, 22 January 2014
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 Platonic love
Charles Bridge at night, Prague: photo by Alex Berger, 11 December 2012
and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can see
I know you can't wash in the same river even once
I know the river will bring new lights you'll never see
I know we live slightly longer than a horse but not nearly as long as a crow
I know this has troubled people before
and will trouble those after me
I know all this has been said a thousand times before
and will be said after me
Railway in the Sky. The "Kalte Rinne" viaduct of the Semmering Raiway (Lower Austria) under a clear, starry sky. The Milky Way arches over the viaduct, while the trails of the passing train can be seen on top of the building: photo by H. Raab, 6 September 2013
cloudy or clear
the blue vault Andrei studied on his back at Borodino
in prison I translated both volumes of War and Peace into Turkish
I hear voices
not from the blue vault but from the yard
the guards are beating someone again
I didn't know I loved trees
bare beeches near Moscow in Peredelkino
they come upon me in winter noble and modest
beeches are Russian the way poplars are Turkish
"the poplars of Izmir
losing their leaves. . .
they call me The Knife. . .
lover like a young tree. . .
I blow stately mansions sky-high"
in the Ilgaz woods in 1920 I tied an embroidered linen handkerchief
to a pine bough for luck
I never knew I loved roads
even the asphalt kind
Vera's behind the wheel we're driving from Moscow to the Crimea
Koktebele
formerly "Goktepé ili" in Turkish
the two of us inside a closed box
the world flows past on both sides distant and mute
I was never so close to anyone in my life
bandits stopped me on the red road between Bolu and Geredé
when I was eighteen
apart from my life I didn't have anything in the wagon they could take
and at eighteen our lives are what we value least
I've written this somewhere before
wading through a dark muddy street I'm going to the shadow play
Ramazan night
a paper lantern leading the way
maybe nothing like this ever happened
maybe I read it somewhere an eight-year-old boy
going to the shadow play
Ramazan night in Istanbul holding his grandfather's hand
his grandfather has on a fez and is wearing the fur coat
with a sable collar over his robe
and there's a lantern in the servant's hand
and I can't contain myself for joy
flowers come to mind for some reason
poppies cactuses jonquils
in the jonquil garden in Kadikoy Istanbul I kissed Marika
fresh almonds on her breath
I was seventeen
my heart on a swing touched the sky
I didn't know I loved flowers
friends sent me three red carnations in prison
Garden Cat. Kadikoy, Istanbul: photo by LaValle PDX, 11 September 2010
Kadikoy Kiz Lezesi [Istanbul}: photo by Umit Ozdemir, 2 April 2006
Kadikoy Kiz Lezesi [Istanbul}: photo by Umit Ozdemir, 2 April 2006
Dos enamorados. Kadikoy, Istanbul: photo by Michael & Laura Dubois, 23 September 2014
I love them too
whether I'm floored watching them from below
or whether I'm flying at their side
Edited ISS image of a cosmonaut on an EVA: photo by Stuart Rankin, 16 August 2013
I have some questions for the cosmonauts
were the stars much bigger
did they look like huge jewels on black velvet
or apricots on orange
did you feel proud to get closer to the stars
I saw color photos of the cosmos in Ogonek magazine now don't
be upset comrades but nonfigurative shall we say or abstract
well some of them looked just like such paintings which is to
say they were terribly figurative and concrete
my heart was in my mouth looking at them
they are our endless desire to grasp things
seeing them I could even think of death and not feel at all sad
I never knew I loved the cosmos
Le train de nuit. Seicheprey, France: photo by Renaud Chodkowski, 5 June 2010
both heavy wet steady snow and the dry whirling kind
I didn't know I liked snow
I never knew I loved the sun
even when setting cherry-red as now
in Istanbul too it sometimes sets in postcard colors
but you aren't about to paint it that way
I didn't know I loved the sea
except the Sea of Azov
or how much
A Cow of Azov Sea. Mysovoye, near Cape Kazantip, Eastern Crimea: photo by Lukasz Kryger, 30 July 2008
whether I'm under or up above them
whether they look like giants or shaggy white beasts
Sea of Azov: photo by Alexander Shevchenko, 4 April 2010
moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeois
strikes me
I like it
I didn't know I liked rain
whether it falls like a fine net or splatters against the glass my
heart leaves me tangled up in a net or trapped inside a drop
and takes off for uncharted countries I didn't know I loved
rain but why did I suddenly discover all these passions sitting
by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
is it because I lit my sixth cigarette
one alone could kill me
is it because I'm half dead from thinking about someone back in Moscow
her hair straw-blond eyelashes blue
Peredelkino: photo by Paul Padshewscky, 16 July 2011
Peredelkino: photo by Paul Padshewscky, 16 July 2011
the train plunges on through the pitch-black night
I never knew I liked the night pitch-black
sparks fly from the engine
I didn't know I loved sparks
I didn't know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty
to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return
Moscow, 19 April 1962
Nâzim Hikmet Ran (b. Salonica, 15 January 1902 - d. Moscow, 3 June 1963): Things I Didn't Know I Loved, 28 March-19 April 1962, translated by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing, 1993
Euronight 477 Metropol from Praha hlavni nadrazi to Budapest: photo by Lukas Valicek, 29 July 2014
EuroNight #477 (night train from Berlin to Budapest via Prague), Berlin Hauptbahnhof: by Henry Lee, 4 October 2009
Waitin' for Jesenius...The Jan Jesenius is the Prague-Berlin, Berlin-Prague night train: photo by Ms Kat, 18 June 2011
Hlavni Nadrazi (main train station), Prague, Czech Republic: photo by jay joslin, 9 October 2008
Main train station, Prague: photo by Wendy, 29 April 2008
Taking flight, Berlin: photo by Paula Gimeno, 21 November 2009
Night Trains in Fog. Czech-German border, 0100 hours: photo by Ian Boys, 10 January 2010
Night train, Berlin. Murder in a train -- or -- greetings from Alfred Hitchcock -- or was it Mrs. Marple? I just shot the photo of the train and later saw this scene. Don't know what it is but it doesn't look nice. In the meantime, I came the to the conclusion that this "thing" must be the Berlin television tower, which is in the direction from where I shot the picture, although I took several photos from the same position and it doesn't appear on the other images: photo by Till Krech, 12 May 2008
Trains crossing in the night. Helsinki railway yard: photo by Fintrvir, 9 March 2013
Night train, Poznan, Poland: photo by ewitsoe, 29 February 2012
Night Train. An electric multiple unit waits in the sidings at Lezsno. Taken during a watering stop on a steam special from Wroclaw to Poznan: photo by Gerry Balding, 6 July 2013
Rails [Hanover, Germany]: photo by Sebastian Schlattmann, 22 November 2013
Sur les Rails. La gare du Nord de nuit, partir vers de nouveaux horizons: photo by Sylvain Courant, 5 December 2012
Hösbach Bahnhof: photo by ConstiAB, 27 March 2015
A Perseid meteor along the Milky Way illuminates the dark sky near Villadiego in the province of Burgos, northern Spain, during the “Perseids” meteor shower: photo by Cesar Manso/AFP, 12 August 2015