Monthly Archives: September 2016

My Shadow

I am fed up with dragging it, For years, at my feet. Let’s live in this world for a while, The shadow on its own, And I on my own. Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Gölgem. Translated from the Turkish. Advertisements

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My Left Hand

I am drunk And again I have remembered you; My left hand, My clumsy hand, My poor hand! Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Sol Elim. Translated from the Turkish.

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Chinese Bowl

Come, O beloved, from China! From that charming villa, As on bamboo canes asleep, On still waters, Boughs are laden With fiery oranges. Appear, O beloved, From the Chinese bowl. You were a blithesome image, You were my imaginary love. … Continue reading

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Retreat

She was drinking Chinese tea from a Chinese bowl. I saw the beautiful eyes of a bird of prey. I looked At her blood red, pure jewel like nails. Every ornament, every colour, sparkling stone, harmonizing lace … And the … Continue reading

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