I have given up on reading and writing poems long time ago. "Because they are so cheesy", was my reason, and I am no longer a die-hard fan of romantic stuff. But for some reason, lately there are so many incidents that spark my interest in poetry again. I was attending an "obligatory" poetry slam event for my organization and one of the performers was so good that I thought to myself: "Man, if a guy I date writes and recites to me a poem with such passion, I would fall head and heels in love with him". A few weeks after I read a review about a poetry book written by a Vietnamese author. The words are so simple but for some reason I had this urge to read them. I looked and looked at the book store for hours but couldn't find it and was so disappointed. Gonna continue looking for it while I'm at home.
Today, I encountered this.
I was watching a Korean drama and had to stop in the middle to look for the poem that the main character was reciting. The poem was written by Nazim Hikmet, a Turkist poet and novelist. Honestly, I have never heard of his name before, but the poem recited sounded oddly familiar. It goes like this:
The most magnificent poem is the one yet to be written.
The most beautiful song is the one yet to be sung.
The most beautiful ocean is the one we have not yet seen
Our most glorious days are the days we have yet to live.
And the most beautiful things I would like to tell you,
I have not yet told.
Such a suitable poem for the new year, don't you think?
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