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?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 26, 2015, 5:49 pm
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ataol_Behramo?lu</a><header<br
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/>D�?�nd�?�m Zaman (When I Think of�You)</a></h2></header><div
class=\"entry-content\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border:
0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px;
margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 63.2874984741211px
63.2874984741211px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap:
break-word; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">When I think of
youThe gates of a children�s playground open deep inside meAll
the children of the world flow inWhen I think of youSomething
like spring occursAn untold joy covers everythingThe pen in my
handBecomes a birdThat sings in my fingersMy desk swims in a sea
of sunWhen I think of youThe words that suffer loneliness�link
arms all of a suddenWhen I think of youI become a cloudThat
knows nothing but to fly-Ataol Behramo?lu, Bordeaux-2003
#Post#: 688176--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 26, 2015, 5:55 pm
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href=\"
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/>from a pessimist�s point of view)</h2></header><div
class=\"entry-content\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border:
0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px;
margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 63.2874984741211px
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style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: inherit;
font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.6em; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">-The
Pessimist-</address>I now am a dead mass of flesh and bone,My
mind in the grip of eternal lethargy.Dear heart, your effort is
in vain!Would a furnace be blown when there was not even a
spark?..�I did not find any joy in life, anywayI told my heart
many times to throw off the burden of the soulI am asking you,
the blind, why would a man ever carryA burden called life, that
makes him slouch?..�No one would care to turn their head to look
if I died,I do not know how my heart would answer if I said:What
is your purpose in this meaningless way of living, silly,Would a
life be spent in rags like this?�-Sabahattin Ali (Servetif�nun,
19.04.1928)
#Post#: 688177--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 26, 2015, 5:57 pm
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x;
font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px;
outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;\">(Life
from an idealist�s point of view)</em>LIFE-The Idealist-�Life is
neither laughing too much nor mourning,It is violating the
rules, making fortune smile at you�Twisting the world around
your finger�Living is overflowing your banks.The human being
lives and dies in the world like a breath;How painful it is to
live like everybody��You are honorable!� There is no voice
sweeter than this oneLiving is riding through the sky like an
eagle.God created us differently from each otherEven though the
time turns us into a handful of earth,The universe must
astonishingly utter our namesLiving is going beyond the ages in
one move.-Sabahattin Ali, 1928�(HAYAT -Mefkureci-)
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?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 26, 2015, 5:59 pm
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Times, serif; font-size: 36px; color: rgb(38, 38, 38);
line-height: normal;\">Sabahattin Ali: Tragic romance and dark
realism</h1><div class=\"yazar\" style=\"color: rgb(150, 150,
150); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;
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2015�<div class=\"colA\" style=\"margin: 0px; padding: 0px;
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style=\"margin: 0px 0px 23px; padding: 8px 0px; border-width:
1px 0px; border-style: dotted; border-color: rgb(165, 165, 165);
font-size: 19px; font-style: italic;\">Sabahattin Ali, (1907 to
1948), whose works have been translated into several languages,
and lastly into English, is one of the pioneers of realism in
modern Turkish fiction</h2><div class=\"txtIn\" style=\"margin:
0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px;\">Modern Turkish fiction is
generally considered to have gone through two streams of
narrative methods. One is individual romance and the other is
social realism. This generalization implies that the dichotomy
between aesthetic and ideology hides behind the narrative. Most
fiction writers chose one or the other in order to avoid a clash
of styles in the mind of the reader. However, some others chose
neither of the two and leave the task of solving the conflict to
the reader.<br><br>The unfortunate poet and novelist Sabahattin
Ali obviously walked the second path. He was not a man of
harmony at all. His fiction is fundamentally inclined to bring
insoluble conflicts forward. He does not even like to show a
glimpse of hope to the reader at the end of a pathetic
story.<br><br>What stimulated him to write darker on dark
situations was his political ambition. Ali was a strict
dissident. He wanted to use his fiction as a vehicle of his
political hostility to single-party rule. Unfortunately, he paid
for this attitude with his life. Ali was murdered by an agent of
the National Security Service as he was trying to illegally
cross the Turkish-Bulgarian border.<br><br><b>Early
life</b><br><br>Sabahattin Ali was born on Feb. 25, 1907, in the
town of E?ridere in G�m�lcine, which is now Ardino in southern
Bulgaria and Komotini in northern Greece. His father Selahattin
Ali Bey was a military officer. Since his father\'s workplace
frequently changed, Sabahattin Ali attended school in various
cities including Istanbul, �anakkale and Edremit.<br><br>He
witnessed many things, including the revolution and war, during
his childhood. In 1921, while his father was working in Edremit,
Greek forces occupied the region and he could not receive his
salary. The family found themselves in great difficulty since
they had no economic opportunities other than their father\'s
salary coming from the Ottoman state.<br><br>After the Greek
forces were driven out and the Aegean region of Turkey was
occupied by national forces, Ali attended the Boarding Teacher
Training School in Bal?kesir where he would leave for its
equivalent in Istanbul. He graduated from the school in 1926
before he began to work as a teacher in Yozgat.<br><br>In his
20s, Ali was an enthusiastic and sentimental young man. He
visited Germany for language studies and after his return in
1930 he worked as an elementary school tutor and a German
teacher in various schools in Orhaneli, Ayd?n and
Konya.<br><br><b>Dissident and restless</b><br><br>Meanwhile, he
was writing poems and short stories. He began publishing poems
in 1926 in a local literary journal of Bal?kesir. After that, he
decided to send his work to the Istanbul press. He was also
writing sentimental and romantic short stories. He published his
first short story in 1930. This was \"Bir Orman Hikayesi\" (A
Story from the Forest), which the well-known leftist poet Naz?m
Hikmet published in the Resimli Ay (Monthly Illustrated) journal
with the note: \"This writing is of a newer kind that is not
common in our land. In this writing, the writer gives us an
intelligent and bright point of view in order that we can see
such things as the entire conservative and progressive sides of
the psychology of the villagers, how the capital-owners destroy
traditional village life in order to make its initial capital,
and finally the ambiguous and ambitious forest life that is a
marvelous part of nature.\"<br><br>Hikmet\'s somehow hyperbolic
remarks should have meant much to the young writer. He was
between the struggling trenches in those years. He had close
friends from the right-wing political environment, including
Nihal Ats?z, while he was publishing his stories in Hikmet\'s
leftist journal. He was also a teacher, meaning that he was a
public servant, but he was always speaking out and writing
against the regime.<br><br>He was arrested in 1932 and sentenced
to one year in prison on the charge of writing a poem disdaining
Mustafa Kemal Atat�rk, the president during the period of
single-party rule. He served some months in Konya and Sinop
prisons before he was released thanks to a general pardon issued
in 1933.<br><br>Released from prison, Ali applied to the
Ministry of Education in Ankara asking them to give him his job
back. Minister of Education Hikmet Bayur asked the young
dissident to prove his loyalty to the regime, so Ali wrote a
poem praising Atat�rk and published it in the literary journal
\"Varl?k\" (Existence).<br><br><b>Productive and
enterprising</b><br><br>After being pardoned by the bureaucrats,
Ali began living a very productive and energetic life. He was
working as a teacher, while his real occupation was writing
poems and fiction. He married Aliye Han?m in 1935. The couple
had a daughter named Filiz in 1937. Meanwhile, he completed his
military duty in 1936.<br><br>Some of his short stories
published in Istanbul literary journals attracted much attention
from a wide-ranging audience. He liked to write about the bitter
facts of the lives of the poor. He had a dark and pathetic
vision. He always ended his stories with the worst conditions,
including death, poverty, illness, departure and other
disheartening themes. Furthermore, he used half ambiguous
metaphors in order to imply the oppression of the state and the
upper classes on the lower classes. In this, he did not
necessarily use a socialist point of view. The question whether
he was a leftist or a rightist would not affect the real
question about the darkness, negation and despair of his
style.<br><br>In the novel \"Kuyucakl? Yusuf\" (Yusuf from
Kuyucak) published in 1937, Ali employs a rare narrative method.
He writes a true romance story of Yusuf and Muazzez - both names
are allegorical since Yusuf implies the Prophet Joseph betrayed
by his brothers and \"Muazzez\" means \"the beloved\" - in the
middle of a bitterly realistic novel about their social
environment. Some critics evaluate this as a dichotomy of style,
while some find it convenient to the subject of the book. The
plot of \"Kuyucakl? Yusuf\" is crucial, which was a habit for
Ali in his fiction.<br><br><strong>A tragic
end</strong><br><br>Ali was very productive in the second half
of the 1930s and the first half of the 1940s. He published five
volumes of short stories, one novella and three novels from 1936
to 1943.<br><br>After Atat�rk died and ?smet ?n�n� entered the
presidency and World War II ended, some writers thought that
they could act freer than before. Ali was among these
dissidents. He criticized the government and nationalism, his
previous ideology. The nationalists, led by his old friend Nihal
Ats?z, protested against him, while the government prosecuted
him.<br><br>Ali was arrested and imprisoned several times. In
1948, after being released from prison, he decided to go abroad
but could not obtain a passport from the government. So he tried
to cross the border illegally. Unfortunately, he made a deal
with a truck driver, Ali Ertekin, to cross the Turkish-Bulgarian
border. Ertekin turned out to be an agent of the National
Security Service, who killed the dissident writer on April 2,
1948. The murderer was arrested and faced a court trial before
he was sentenced to four years in prison.<br><br>Ali once wrote:
\"Should it be so hard, so full of troubles, and even so
dangerous to try to make a living without thieving, without
leaving people with hunger even after they feed you, without
leaving them naked even after they dress you?\"
#Post#: 688179--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 26, 2015, 6:05 pm
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19.2000007629395px; text-align: center;\">?�lenir gizli gizli
a?lars?n<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px; text-align:
center;\">E?er ben yaln?zsam yan?lm??sam<div align=\"center\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px; text-align: center;\">Elimden tut yoksa
d�?ece?im<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px; text-align:
center;\">Ya?mur beni g�t�recek yoksa beni<div align=\"center\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">�<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;
text-align: center;\">-ATTILA ILHAN�<div align=\"center\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px; text-align: center;\">�<div align=\"center\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">?<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">�<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">Translation:<div align=\"center\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">�<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">Hold my hand or I will fall<div
align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px;
font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin:
0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;
line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">One by one the stars will
fall<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border:
0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px;
margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">If I am a poet,
if�you know me<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">If you know that I
am scared of the rain<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">If
you remember my eyes<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">Hold my hand or I will fall<div
align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px;
font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin:
0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;
line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">Or the rain will take me
away<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border:
0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px;
margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">If�you
hear�throbbing at night<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif;
font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">Hurriedly I am� escaping from the rain<div
align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px;
font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin:
0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;
line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">I am passing by
Sarayburnu<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">If it is an
evening, if it is September, if I am soaked<div align=\"center\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\">You may not understand me if you see
me<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border:
0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px;
margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">You grieve and�cry
secretly<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">If I am lonely and
mistaken<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">Hold my hand or I
will fall<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">Or the rain will
take me away�<div align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size:
15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">�<div
align=\"center\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px;
font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin:
0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;
line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\">(Translated by RU^^)
#Post#: 688180--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 26, 2015, 6:07 pm
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<img src=\"
http://i.imgur.com/2TDA0DQ.jpg\"
class=\"ipsImage\">
#Post#: 688444--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 28, 2015, 8:37 pm
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<header class=\"entry-header\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
padding: 0px 63.2874984741211px; font-family: \'Noto Serif\',
serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;\"><h2
class=\"entry-title\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px;
font-family: inherit; font-size: 3.1rem; font-style: inherit;
font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1.1613em; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; clear: both;
line-height: 1.1613;\"><a rel=\"external nofollow\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: inherit;
font-size: 31px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;
margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;\"
href=\"
https://rukiaucar.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/the-orderly-world/\">The<br
/>Orderly World</a></h2></header><div class=\"entry-content\"
style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px; font-family: \'Noto
Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px;
padding: 0px 63.2874984741211px 63.2874984741211px;
vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; line-height:
19.2000007629395px;\"><a style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
border-width: 0px 0px 1px; border-bottom-style: solid;
border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: inherit;
font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline:
0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51,
51); text-decoration: none;\"
href=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/melih-cevdet-anday-kimdir.jpg\"<br
/>rel=\"external nofollow\"><img class=\"alignnone wp-image-1832
size-full\" alt=\"Melih-Cevdet-Anday-Kimdir\" originalw=\"660\"
scale=\"1.5\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border-width: 0px;
border-style: initial; height: auto; max-width: 100%;
vertical-align: middle; display: block;\"
src=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/melih-cevdet-anday-kimdir.jpg?w=6…
/>D�nya� by Melih Cevdet Anday)-The�Orderly World-I am so fond o
f
this orderly worldThe winter, the summerThe spring, the fallThe
nights and the days are in order.The roots of the trees are
under the groundThe mountains have their tops aboveAll the
mountains have their tops aboveThe people are in their right
mindsAll the people are in their right mindsThe five�fingers are
all in their proper placesThe thumb, index, middle, ring and the
pinky.Let�s say the pinky just gets up andWalks towards the
middle fingerHow would it dare!Or a locust treeBy burying its
head under the soilTakes a walkHello chestnut, hello
pineSelamunaleykum, aleykumselamJust while�having a small
talkThe conversation turns to the root of the locustThe wind
begins soughing then�Its root is out of the ground, out of the
ground�Or what would happen if a huge mountainTurned upside
down�God forbid.I am so fond of this orderly worldDown is the
deadAbove is the livingI feel so pleased!-Translated by R. U.
#Post#: 690466--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: September 9, 2015, 6:40 pm
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<a style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border-width: 0px 0px 1px;
border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51,
51); font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight:
inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;
vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);
text-decoration: none;\"
href=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/dsc050091.jpg\"<br
/>rel=\"external nofollow\"><img class=\"wp-image-1700
aligncenter\" alt=\"istanbul-enter\" width=\"474\"
height=\"291\" originalw=\"474\" originalh=\"291\"
src-orig=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/istanbul-enter.jpg?w=474&h=291\"<…
/>scale=\"1.5\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border-width: 0px;
border-style: initial; vertical-align: middle; display: block;
margin: 0.4em auto 1.6em; clear: both;\"
src=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/istanbul-enter.jpg?w=711&h=437\">…
/>i�inde bir oda, odada ?stanbul<br style=\"box-sizing:
inherit;\">Odan?n i�inde bir ayna, aynada ?stanbul<br
style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Adam sigaras?n? yakt?, bir
?stanbul duman?<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Kad?n
�antas?n? a�t?, �antada ?stanbul<br style=\"box-sizing:
inherit;\">�ocuk bir olta atm??t? denize, g�rd�m<br
style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">�ekme?e ba?lad?, oltada
?stanbul<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Bu ne bi�im su, bu
nas?l ?ehir<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">?i?ede ?stanbul,
masada ?stanbul<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Y�r�sek
y�r�yor, dursak duruyor, ?a??rd?k<br style=\"box-sizing:
inherit;\">Bir yanda o, bir yanda ben, ortada ?stanbul<br
style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">?nsan bir kere sevmeye g�rs�n,
anlad?m<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Nereye gidersen git,
orada ?stanbul.-�mit Ya?ar O?uzcan�<pre style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 1px solid rgba(51, 51, 51, 0.0980392);
font-family: Inconsolata, monospace; font-size: 15px;
margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; outline: 0px; padding:
0.8em; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.2; max-width:
100%; overflow: auto; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0,
0.00784314);\"><em style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border: 0px;
font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px;
outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align:
baseline;\">Istanbul
room in the house, Istanbul in the
room
mirror in the room, Istanbul in the mirror
he man lit
his cigarette, an Istanbul smoke
he woman opened her purse,
Istanbul in the purse
he child cast a fishing line, I
saw,
nd he started to draw it, Istanbul on the line
hat kind
of water is this, what kind of Istanbul
stanbul in the bottle,
Istanbul on the table
t walks with us, stops with us, we are
puzzled
he is on one side, I am on the other, Istanbul in the
middle
nce you fall in love, I understand
herever you go,
there you see Istanbul.
Translated by R. U. </em></pre>
#Post#: 690467--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: September 9, 2015, 6:41 pm
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<figure data-shortcode=\"caption\" id=\"attachment_1221\"
class=\"wp-caption alignnone\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;
display: block; margin: 0px 0px 1.6em; max-width: 100%;
font-family: \'Noto Serif\', serif; font-size: 15px;
line-height: 19.2px; text-align: start; width: 281px;
background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);\"><a style=\"box-sizing:
inherit; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit;
font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: rgba(51, 51, 51,
0.298039) solid 2px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;
color: rgba(51, 51, 51, 0.701961); text-decoration: none;\"
href=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/attila-ilhan_333658.jpg\"<br
/>rel=\"external nofollow\"><img class=\"wp-image-1221
size-medium\" alt=\"attila-ilhan_333658.jpg?w=422&h=300\"
width=\"281\" height=\"300\" originalw=\"281\" originalh=\"300\"
src-orig=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/attila-ilhan_333658.jpg?w=281&h=3…
/>scale=\"1.5\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; border-width: 0px;
border-style: initial; vertical-align: middle; display: block;
margin: 0px;\"
src=\"
https://rukiaucar.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/attila-ilhan_333658.jpg?w=422&h=3…
/>class=\"wp-caption-text\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit; color:
rgba(51, 51, 51, 0.701961); font-family: \'Noto Sans\',
sans-serif; font-size: 1.2rem; line-height: 1.5; padding: 0.5em
0px;\">Art is a social struggle. It comes from the society and
turns back to the society, yet the thing that comes never
returns the same�</figcaption></figure>BekleGelece?im bekle
dedi<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Ben beklemedim o da
gelmedi<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">�l�m gibi bir?eydi<br
style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">Ama kimse �lmedi-Attila
?lhanTranslation:Wait�I�ll come, wait.� she said<br
style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">I didn�t wait and she didn�t
come<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">It was something like
death<br style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\">But noone died�
#Post#: 763582--------------------------------------------------
?iirler: Turkish Poetry
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: August 5, 2016, 3:50 pm
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� <img
src=\"
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f4/Yahya_Kemal_Bey.jpg\"<br
/>alt=\"Yahya_Kemal_Bey.jpg\">
strong>Yahya Kemal
Beyatl?.</strong>
orn in Skopje (Usk�b; now in Macedonia),
Beyatli studied in Paris for several years and subsequently
taught at Istanbul University. After the proclamation of the
Turkish republic, he held several ambassadorial posts. Although
he supported republican principles, much of Beyatli�s poetry
glorifies the Ottoman past. His lasting artistic achievement was
his synthesis of classical Ottoman and contemporary French
poetry.<br><br>
essiz Gemi<br><br>
rt?k demir almak g�n�
gelmi?se zamandan,<br>
e�hule giden bir gemi kalkar bu
limandan.<br><br>
i� yolcusu yokmu? gibi sessizce al?r
yol;<br>
allanmaz o kalk??ta ne mendil ne de bir
kol.<br><br>
?ht?mda kalanlar bu seyahatten
elemli,<br>
�nlerce siyah ufka bakar g�zleri
nemli.<br><br>
i�are g�n�ller. Ne giden son gemidir
bu.<br>
icranl? hayat?n ne de son matemidir bu.<br><br>
�nyada
sevilmi? ve seven nafile bekler;<br>
ilmez ki, giden sevgililer
d�nmeyecekler.<br><br>
ir �ok gidenin her biri memnun ki
yerinden.<br>
ir �ok seneler ge�ti; d�nen yok
seferinden<br><br>
nd here is the English translation
(quoted)<br><br>
he Silent Ship<br><br>
rom Time when the day
has come to weigh anchor<br>
estined for the Unknown a
ship�departs from�this harbor<br><br>
t gathers its way
silently as if with no souls who stand<br>
his departure is
bereft of waving good-bye or a hand<br><br>
he quay harbors a
desolate ship�for those left<br>
ontemplating the dark horizon,
days long, eyes wet<br><br>
elpless Souls! This is not the last
ship�to depart<br>
or is it the last mourning of a life with us
to part<br><br>
ll loving and loved ones on earth will wait in
vain<br>
hey know not the departed loves will never
return<br><br>
or many departed ones are content with their
destiny<br>
or many years have passed by and yet no sole
returnee
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