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THE FRESHNESS
OF THE POETIC THINKING
I have been a longstanding admirer of Zakir
Fakhri, whose unique writing style in the poems
published in “Ulduz” and “Azerbaijan” journals
has a racted my a ention. How could I have not
believed in the sincerity of a poet who expressed
his feelings in these lines?
Every inch of the land I wander in a strange land,
Is a needle beneath my foot, Homeland!
Or take these lines:
In the hot days of my life
I kept on shivering.
Return me, mother, return me to my cradle.
How could I have not believed in the talent of
and developed respect for the author of these
lines?
Oh, my barefooted destiny!
Reminding me of a barefooted child!
Or:
It wasn’t my hand that picked you,
Rather my eyes have chosen you, flower!
Zakir Fakhri’s poems have much deeper
meaning than they appear to have. Hence, one
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