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I Listen To Istanbul
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed:
First, a light wind blowing
A soft wind swaying
The leaves in the trees,
And far off in the distance
The tinkling cups of the water-seller;
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed.
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed:
Now the birds are passing
In high clamoring flocks,
Nets are pulled in at the fisheries,
A woman's feet graze the water;
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed.
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed:
The cool covered bazaar,
Mahmutpasha, the courtyards
Filled with warbling pigeons,
Hammer sounds from the docks,
Smells of sweat in my lovely Spring wind;
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed.
All Of A Sudden
April
It's impossible
To write poems
If you're in love
And not to
If the month is April
Desires & Memories
Desires are different
So are the memories.
How can anyone live, tell me,
In a town that has no sunshine?
Insects
No use thinking,
Just crave!
See, that's what the insects do.
Invitation
I'm waiting.
Come when the weather is such
That there can be no turning back.
Orhan Veli KANIK
Toward Freedom
Before dawn,
While the sea is still snow-white, you will set sail;
The grip of the oars in your palms,
And in your heart the joy of toil and vigor,
You will go.
In the roll and sway of the nets, you will go.
For welcome, fish will appear on your course
Delighting you.
As you shake the nets,
Pub
Since I dont love her anymore anyway
Then why would I walk by the pub
Where I every night
Used to drink, thinking about her?
Orhan Veli KANIK
Words
You have one kind of beauty
in the mirror
another in bed.
Ignore their whispers
dress up
put your lipstick on.
Come
just to spite them
to the coffeehouse
at promenade time.
Let them whisper:
you're my friend,
aren't you?
We live
Air is free, clouds are
Valleys and hills are
Rain and mud are
free
free
free
free