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Monthly Archives: June 2016
A Pale Rose When Touched
Though from many so many fall Passers-by don’t see I bend down, pick it up It becomes a pale rose when touched. Either in a big city Wandering in crowded stops Or in a distant part of the country In … Continue reading
Birds of Imagination
They strike the windows of my sleep / their reddest and most dreadful The ends of their fish scaled beaks glitter Wild and lonely / they have big maharajah eyes Their magnetic crests, a dash of sparkle Their bough necks … Continue reading
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Tagged Atilla İlhan, Birds of the Imagination, Poetry, Translated from the Turkish, Şiir, İmgelem Kuşları, İngilizce
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Hazelnuts
Once upon a time, in a land far away, Where a grain sieve lay in a stack of hay, There was and there was not in a small town, a little boy. A white-bearded old man with a kindly face, … Continue reading
Night
Afloat in sleep was Kandilli*, We dragged moonlight over the sea. A silvery, glittery path, We went…return wasn’t mentioned. Imaginary trees, fantasy hills… On still water, resting, faces of mountains… Such a time, the season’s end, Like music lost. We … Continue reading
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Tagged Gece, Night, Poetry, Translated from the Turkish, Yahya Kemal Beyatlı, Şiir, İngilizce
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Evening Music
In Kandilli*, in the old gardens, As dusk gently falls, Comes pleasure of reminiscence in sadness. No more anyone to expect, no more does anyone come; Along the deserted road, winds Play with autumn leaves. Time gradually deepens, Silence slowly … Continue reading
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Tagged Akşam Musikisi, Evening Music, Poetry, Translated from the Turkish, Yahya Kemal Beyatlı, İngilizce
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Caravanserai Walls
The black horses neighed, the leather whip cracked, The carriage came to a sudden halt. At long last, its iron springs began to judder, Before my eyes, passed the caravanserais… Travelling, the sorrow of leaving home in my heart, To … Continue reading
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Tagged Caravanserai Walls, Faruk Nafiz Çamlıbel, Han Duvarları, Poetry, Translated from the Turkish, Şiir, İngilizce
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