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Timothy C. Takach
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Things I Didn’t Know I Loved
It is clear that the narrator has fallen in love with life itself.
TTBB a cappella
A man just released from prison looks out the window of a train. As he travels, he realizes that he has forgotten so many wonderful things in the world while he was away. Takach’s homophonic writing enhances the beauty of the text and paints a vivid picture of the Turkish countryside.
Composer’s Notes
“In Turkish poet Nazim Hikmet’s semi-autobiographical poem, a man just released from prison looks out the window of a train. As he travels, he realizes that he has forgotten so many wonderful things in the world while he was away. He mentions quite a few specific memories in a stream of consciousness style, and the unifying element that links them together is the consistent lens of the train window. I wrote unique music for each of the different musings, so each memory has its own voice. Although this work is through-composed, the repeating half-step motive that emerges throughout the music conjures up the movement of the train and links all of the separate contemplations together. Wherever each memory takes us, we are always called back to the view through the train window. In the end it is clear that the narrator has not fallen back in love with these singular things – he has fallen in love with life itself.”
– Timothy C. Takach (from the liner notes for Cantus’ 2008 recording While You Are Alive)
Text
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
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 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
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
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
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
I didn’t know I loved clouds
Whether I’m under or up above them
whether they look like giants or shaggy white beasts
moonlight
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’m half-dead from thinking about someone back in Moscow
her hair straw-blond eyelashes blue
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
– Nazim Hikmet, “Things I Didn’t Know I Loved” appears in Poems of Nazim Hikmet,
translated by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk.
Copyright © 2002. Reprinted by permission of Persea Books (New York).
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