“The life-loving, smart, good-hearted dead don't want forty days of mourning or say, "After me the deluge!" Leaving behind some helpful things - a few words, a tree, a smile - each gets up and goes and does not burden the living with the darkness of the tomb, carrying the weight of his stone all alone. And because they ask for nothing from the living, it's as if they aren't dead... - Conversation with Dead Nezval” LivingMourningDeadLife Goes On Book:Poems of Nazım Hikmet Source: Poems of Nazım Hikmet
“The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woods In sorrow, sorrow. Your hand, where is your hand? - In the Snowy Night Woods” LossGriefSorrowMourning Book:Poems of Nazım Hikmet Source: Poems of Nazım Hikmet