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Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 6, 2011, 3:24 am
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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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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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