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| #Post#: 207-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 6, 2011, 3:24 am | |
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| #Post#: 7141-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 30, 2011, 12:52 pm | |
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| <strong>\"Having a Coke With You\" by Frank | |
| O\'Hara</strong> | |
| AVING A COKE WITH YOU | |
| AVING A COKE WITH | |
| YOU | |
| s even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Ir�n, Hendaye, | |
| Biarritz, Bayonne | |
| r being sick to my stomach on the Travesera | |
| de Gracia in Barcelona | |
| artly because in your orange shirt you | |
| look like a better happier St. Sebastian | |
| artly because of my | |
| love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt | |
| artly | |
| because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the | |
| birches | |
| artly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before | |
| people and statuary | |
| t is hard to believe when I\'m with you | |
| that there can be anything as still | |
| s solemn as unpleasantly | |
| definitive as statuary when right in front of it | |
| n the warm New | |
| York 4 o\'clock light we are drifting back and forth | |
| etween | |
| each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles | |
| nd the | |
| portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just | |
| paint | |
| ou suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did | |
| them | |
| look | |
| t you and I would rather look at you than all the | |
| portraits in the world | |
| xcept possibly for the Polish Rider | |
| occasionally and anyway it\'s in the Frick | |
| hich thank heavens | |
| you haven\'t gone to yet so we can go together the first | |
| time | |
| nd the fact that you move so beautifully more or less | |
| takes care of Futurism | |
| ust as at home I never think of the Nude | |
| Descending a Staircase or | |
| t a rehearsal a single drawing of | |
| Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me | |
| nd what good does | |
| all the research of the Impressionists do them | |
| hen they never | |
| got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank | |
| r | |
| for that matter Marino Marini when he didn\'t pick the rider as | |
| carefully | |
| s the horse | |
| t seems they were all cheated of some | |
| marvelous experience | |
| hich is not going to go wasted on me which | |
| is why I am telling you about it | |
| Frank O\'Hara | |
| #Post#: 8856-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Beyhan Date: August 7, 2011, 8:36 am | |
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| Damn, VURangel! Stellar...STELLAR poem! | |
| #Post#: 20783-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Cemre Date: September 11, 2011, 2:10 pm | |
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| Mahmoud Darwish | |
| 3 March 1941 � 9 August 2008 | |
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| ranslation is not flawless.. but here it goes | |
| ? ???? | |
| ?????? ??????? ??? ?????? | |
| ???? ??????? ????? ??? ?????? | |
| don\'t know this stranger nor his good deeds | |
| saw a funeral and | |
| I walked behind it | |
| ?? ??????? ????? ????? ????????. ?? | |
| ?? | |
| ????? ?????: ???? ??? ?????? ???????? | |
| ??? ???? ???? ??? | |
| ?? | |
| ????? ?????? ?????? ?? ????? ??? ?????? | |
| ike others I walk with | |
| my head down out of respect | |
| found no reason to ask: who is | |
| this stranger? | |
| here he lived? How he died? | |
| or the causes of | |
| death are so many | |
| nd the pain of life is one of them | |
| ???? | |
| ????: ?? ????? ?? ??? | |
| ?????? ?????? ???????? ??? ???? ??? | |
| ? | |
| ???? ???????? ?????????? ???????? ?? | |
| ????????? ??????? ?????? | |
| ???????? | |
| ?? ????????) | |
| asked myself: does he see us | |
| r does | |
| he see nothing and feel sorry for the end? | |
| knew he won\'t open | |
| his coffin covered with violets | |
| o say goodbye and thank you the | |
| whisper the truth | |
| ?????? ???? ????? ?? ??? | |
| ?????? ???? | |
| ??????. ??????? ???? ???? | |
| ????? ???? ?? ?????? ?? ??? ??????? | |
| ??? ???? ????? ????????? ????? ?????? | |
| aybe he is like us in | |
| these hours folding his shadow | |
| ut he the only one who didn\'t | |
| cry this morning | |
| nd he didn\'t see death flying over us like a | |
| falcon | |
| ?????? ?? ??????? ????? ?????? ??????? | |
| ??? ?????? | |
| ??????? ??????? ??? | |
| ??? ????? ?????: ?? ?? ????? | |
| ????? ??? | |
| ????? | |
| he livings are the cousins of death | |
| nd the dead are | |
| asleep.. calm.. calm.. calm | |
| nd I didn\'t find a reason to ask: | |
| who is this stranger and what\'s his name? | |
| ? ??? | |
| ??? ?? ???? | |
| ????????? ????? | |
| ???? ????? ?? ???? ( ??? ????) | |
| ?????? ?? | |
| ???? ??? ??? ???????: | |
| ??? ?? ????? ?? ????? ?? ????? | |
| ? | |
| ?????? ?? ????? ... | |
| here\'s no shinning in his name | |
| nd those | |
| who walk behind him are 20 people | |
| xcept me.. just me | |
| y heart | |
| got lost on the church\'s door: | |
| aybe he is a writer, a worker, | |
| a refugee, a theif, a killer | |
| ? ???? | |
| ?????? ????????? ???? | |
| ????? .. ?? ??????? | |
| ???? ?? ?????? . | |
| t doesn\'t matter | |
| he | |
| dead are equal in front of death | |
| hey don\'t speak | |
| nd maybe | |
| they don\'t dream | |
| ?? ???? ?????? ?????? ?????? ?????? | |
| ???? | |
| ?????? ?? ?????? ??????????? | |
| ?????? ?????? | |
| ? ?????: ??? ???? | |
| ?? ??????? | |
| r maybe this stranger funeral is my funeral | |
| ut a | |
| matter of God is delaying it | |
| or many reasons like | |
| here is a | |
| big mistake in this poem | |
| #Post#: 59407-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Pamuk Date: February 2, 2012, 6:37 pm | |
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| <strong>The Fear of God</strong><strong> | |
| </strong><strong> | |
| f | |
| you should rise from Nowhere up to | |
| Somewhere,</strong><strong> | |
| rom being No one up to being | |
| Someone,</strong><strong> | |
| e sure to keep repeating to | |
| yourself</strong><strong> | |
| ou owe it to an arbitrary | |
| god</strong><strong> | |
| hose mercy to you rather than to | |
| others</strong><strong> | |
| on�t bear to critical | |
| examination.</strong><strong> | |
| tay unassuming. If for lack of | |
| license</strong><strong> | |
| o wear the uniform of who you | |
| are,</strong><strong> | |
| ou should be tempted to make up for | |
| it</strong><strong> | |
| n a subordinating look or | |
| toe,</strong><strong> | |
| eware of coming too much to the | |
| surface</strong><strong> | |
| nd using for apparel that was | |
| meant</strong><strong> | |
| o be the curtain of the inmost | |
| soul.</strong><strong> | |
| /strong><strong> | |
| Robert Frost</strong> | |
| #Post#: 59492-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: February 3, 2012, 9:16 am | |
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| />alt=\"rudyard-kipling.jpg\"> | |
| If- Rudyard Kipling | |
| strong> | |
| If | |
| you can keep your head when all about you</strong><strong> | |
| re | |
| losing theirs and blaming it on you;</strong><strong> | |
| f you can | |
| trust yourself when all men doubt you,</strong><strong> | |
| ut make | |
| allowance for their doubting too:</strong><strong> | |
| f you can | |
| wait and not be tired by waiting,</strong><strong> | |
| r, being | |
| lied about, don\'t deal in lies,</strong><strong> | |
| r being hated | |
| don\'t give way to hating,</strong><strong> | |
| nd yet don\'t look | |
| too good, nor talk too | |
| wise;</strong><strong> | |
| /strong><strong> | |
| f you can dream---and | |
| not make dreams your master;</strong><strong> | |
| f you can | |
| think---and not make thoughts your aim,</strong><strong> | |
| f you | |
| can meet with Triumph and Disaster</strong><strong> | |
| nd treat | |
| those two impostors just the same:.</strong><strong> | |
| f you can | |
| bear to hear the truth you\'ve spoken</strong><strong> | |
| wisted | |
| by knaves to make a trap for fools,</strong><strong> | |
| r watch | |
| the things you gave your life to, broken,</strong><strong> | |
| nd | |
| stoop and build\'em up with worn-out | |
| tools;</strong><strong> | |
| /strong><strong> | |
| f you can make one | |
| heap of all your winnings</strong><strong> | |
| nd risk it on one | |
| turn of pitch-and-toss,</strong><strong> | |
| nd lose, and start | |
| again at your beginnings,</strong><strong> | |
| nd never breathe a | |
| word about your loss:</strong><strong> | |
| f you can force your | |
| heart and nerve and sinew</strong><strong> | |
| o serve your turn | |
| long after they are gone,</strong><strong> | |
| nd so hold on when | |
| there is nothing in you</strong><strong> | |
| xcept the Will which | |
| says to them: \"Hold on!\"</strong><strong> | |
| /strong><strong> | |
| f | |
| you can talk with crowds and keep your | |
| virtue,</strong><strong> | |
| r walk with Kings---nor lose the | |
| common touch,</strong><strong> | |
| f neither foes nor loving | |
| friends can hurt you,</strong><strong> | |
| f all men count with | |
| you, but none too much:</strong><strong> | |
| f you can fill the | |
| unforgiving minute</strong><strong> | |
| ith sixty seconds\' worth | |
| of distance run,</strong><strong> | |
| ours is the Earth and | |
| everything that\'s in it,</strong><strong> | |
| nd---which is | |
| more---you\'ll be a Man, my son!</strong> | |
| #Post#: 59625-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Meltem-AK-Ex Beyhan Date: February 4, 2012, 1:05 am | |
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| Moon, Pamuk, and Angel | |
| :clapclap: :clapclap: | |
| #Post#: 59632-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: February 4, 2012, 1:54 am | |
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| <strong>�mit Ya?ar O?uzcan</strong> | |
| nutulamayanlar | |
| iliyorum, | |
| unutamayacaks?n! | |
| ??r a??r ge�ecek mevsimler, | |
| ir bir a?aracak | |
| sa�?n?n telleri | |
| olacak alb�mde eski resimler. | |
| eni | |
| hat?rlad?k�a i�in �rperecek, | |
| o?anan g�zya?lar?n? | |
| tutam?yacaks?n. | |
| o?una zorlama kendini, sevdi?im; | |
| iliyorum, | |
| unutamayacaks?n. | |
| e biliyorsun, ben de unutamayaca??m, | |
| Eskimeyecek i�imde sana ait ne varsa | |
| �hretmi?, servetmi? | |
| her?ey ge�iyor, inan | |
| ostluklar ve sevgiler kal?yor, kal?rsa. | |
| Sen benim g�ky�z�md�n, denizim, topra??md?n, | |
| imdi bir hat?ra | |
| olamazs?n belirsiz, uzak | |
| iliyorsun baz? ?eyler vard?r elimizde | |
| olmayan | |
| ?te �yle imkans?z bir?ey seni unutmak. | |
| annetme ki | |
| her?ey bitti sevdi?im; | |
| irg�n ye?erecek ?u sararm?? yapraklar. | |
| Ve bundan sonra kim severse d�nyada; | |
| eni ve beni | |
| hat?rlayacaklar | |
| ranslation: | |
| know, you will not be able to | |
| forget! | |
| lowly, the seasons will pass, | |
| ne by one, your hair | |
| will turn to grey | |
| he old pictures in the album will fade. | |
| While you remember me your inside will shudder, | |
| ou will not | |
| be able to hold your tears falling apart | |
| o not force yourself | |
| in vain, my beloved; | |
| know, you will not be able to forget | |
| And you know, i also will not be able to forget, | |
| t will not | |
| get old, what i have inside of me belong to you | |
| ame, wealth | |
| everything is passing, believe me | |
| he friendship and love | |
| remains, if it will remain. | |
| ou were my sky, my sea, my earth, | |
| Now, you cannot be only a memory, dim and distant | |
| ou know | |
| there are things that are not up to us | |
| nd it is that | |
| impossible thing to forget you. | |
| o not suppose that everything | |
| has ended my beloved; | |
| omeday, those paled leaves will turn | |
| into green | |
| nd then, whoever loves in this earth; | |
| ill | |
| remember You and I... | |
| #Post#: 96668-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: Angel/Poyraz Date: April 20, 2012, 3:48 pm | |
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| �Don\'t go far off, not even for a day, | |
| ecause I don\'t know | |
| how to say it - a day is long | |
| nd I will be waiting for you, as | |
| in | |
| n empty station when the trains are | |
| arked off somewhere | |
| else, asleep. | |
| on\'t leave me, even for an hour, because | |
| then | |
| he little drops of anguish will all run together, | |
| he | |
| smoke that roams looking for a home will drift | |
| nto me, choking | |
| my lost heart. | |
| h, may your silhouette never dissolve | |
| n the | |
| beach, may your eyelids never flutter | |
| nto the empty distance. | |
| Don\'t LEAVE me for | |
| second, my dearest, because in that moment | |
| you\'ll | |
| ave gone so far I\'ll wander mazily | |
| ver all the earth, | |
| asking, will you | |
| ome back? Will you leave me here, dying?� | |
| Pablo Neruda | |
| #Post#: 97598-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Poetry | |
| By: mavikedi Date: April 21, 2012, 1:53 pm | |
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| Turkish poetry - some poems that I love | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">Good Weather by Orhan Veli Kan?k | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">This good weather ruined me, | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">I resigned in such a weather | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">From my government job. | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">I got used to tobacco in such a | |
| weather, | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">I fell in love in such | |
| a weather; | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">I forgot to take home | |
| bread and salt | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">In such a | |
| weather; | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">My disease of writing | |
| poems | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Recurred in such a | |
| weather; | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">This good weather | |
| ruined me. | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Translated by Fat?h | |
| Akg�l | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Friend by Cahit | |
| K�lebi | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Come to my place one | |
| night, without notice | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Don\'t | |
| make the stairs creak | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">I am so | |
| tired, don\'t ask | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Only you can | |
| understand me | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Let\'s sit down | |
| and talk all night | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Nobody to | |
| hear us | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Let\'s have our blue | |
| sky | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">And let\'s fly, my wings | |
| touching yours. | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">I feel alienated | |
| from all people | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">There is only | |
| you | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">I am so tired, don\'t | |
| ask | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">You know. | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">translated by Fatih Akgul | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">Such is life by Orhan Veli | |
| Kan?k | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">This family had a | |
| puppydog | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Curly and kinky;his | |
| name was Dingdong - he died. | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">They had a pusscat too: | |
| Cerulean, | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">She got lost. | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">Then their daughter got married. | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">Young son passed the class | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">All kinds of things, sweet or | |
| sad, | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Happened within one | |
| year. | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Just happened, that\'s the | |
| way it goes... | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Anyway, such is | |
| life! | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">There is something by | |
| Orhan Veli Kan?k | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Is this sea as | |
| beautiful as this everyday? | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">Does | |
| the sky look like this all the time? | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">This furniture, these windows, | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">Are they always as beautiful as | |
| this? | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">No, | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">I swear to God, no; | |
| div | |
| style=\"text-align:left;\">There is something strange going | |
| on. | |
| div style=\"text-align:left;\">translated by Fatih Akg�l | |
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