Tag Archives: Yahya Kemal

Trip

On a boat to Çubuklu* from Kandilli*; Just the sound of oars. Are we today spending a pleasant time? Or, is time spending us? Why now these endless thoughts? On one side, the space of the borderless sky; On the … Continue reading

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Flight

A shoreless sea, the soul flying, never landing; Was he such a bird, Noah in the flood? Cloud-laden, the sky above; Below, the powerful sea, foamy from eternity. The sea troubled, unaware of their numbers, Millions of waves chase millions … Continue reading

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Remembrance

The pain of separation, like a rooster crowing at midday, Untimely… A pang of sorrow I felt. The past, a bottomless lake covered in weeds. A chill season and in the garden heaps of leaves. Why does it call out … Continue reading

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Dancing in Andalusia

Castanets, shawl and rose. The power of dance in this garden cafe… Evening of passion, three times red Andalusia… In hundreds of tongues, the magic song of love. In castanets this evening, Spain, with all its joy. As if flourishing … Continue reading

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Song of the Sea

The boat setting off at full sail towards the horizon! You chose to sail at dusk; you have left. As you go away from the shores where your life was spent, And approach the world born in your imagination, Behind … Continue reading

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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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