Tag Archives: Translated from the Turkish

Down the Street from Atik-Valde

Before iftar*, I went to Atik-Valde**, The streets I’ve visited so often, today again Were quiet. Yet, with the piety of Ramadan, Stillness had turned to sweet anticipation. The fasting local residents, their faces lean, One by one were returning … Continue reading

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Solitary Evening

Wandering in the country one evening, Fairies lived everywhere, thought I. Looking with amazement at the wilderness, It was filled with the beauty of mystery, thought I. Mountains, rocks, walked with me, Shadows followed the trees, Everything, I believed, could … Continue reading

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A New Day

Heavy as lead, My eyes opened slowly this morning. Hello world. Dove at my window, wooden table, empty bottles, My dear dog Çomar, hello. Sweet neighbour Ayşe teyze*, Retired teacher Salih, friends, A new day is born. Hello. It’s freezing … Continue reading

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Waters of Sleep

In the foam of the last ebbing wave The cave of tales suddenly unlocks, Set aflame, shining in the half light, Fish swim in waters of sleep. Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar (1901-1962). Uyku Sularında. Translated from the Turkish.

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Serenade

From your green window throw me a rose, For my heart to fill with light. Like a season I came to your door, Clouds in my eyes, dew on my hair. You are a flowering rose, With my love, I … Continue reading

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The Sea

The sea dead calm. Fishing with a line, I was all alone, lonely like a bird on the open sea. Far away from the sorrows of the city, I touched the veil that separates mortal beings from the heavens. Murmurs … Continue reading

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Tragedies – III (chorus)

All of a sudden, everywhere, you are lonely And if this is frightening If even the smallest things are Like, you ask someone the time Or cross the street Talk to someone Looking around, lowering your voice If everyday you … Continue reading

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