I wonder
If it’s only poets
Who stare at broken cobbles
And dream of gleaming asphalt?
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Orhan Veli Kanik
? by Orhan Veli Kanık
Why when I say harbour
Do cranes come to mind
And sails when I say open sea?
Cats when I say March
Workers when I say rights
And why does the old miller
Blindly believe in God?
And why does rain fall slanted
In windy weather?
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To Live by Orhan Veli Kanık
I
I know, it’s not easy to live,
To fall in love and sing to the one you love,
To stroll in starlight at night,
To warm yourself by the light of day,
To find time like this to meet
On Çamlıca Hill for half a day
–A thousand blues flowing from the Bosphorus–
To forget everything in these leagues of blue.
II
I know, it isn’t easy to live,
But there
A dead man’s bed is still warm,
Someone’s watch still ticks on his wrist.
Living isn’t easy, brothers,
But neither is dying.
It isn’t easy to leave this world.
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That’s life by Orhan Veli Kanık
This house had a dog, curly
Called Dingdong–who curled up and died.
There was a cat too: Bluey,
She disappeared.
The daughter got married,
The son finished school.
All these bittersweet things
Happened in a year!
They all just happened like that . . .
That’s life.
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Illusion by Orhan Veli Kanık
I’m saved from an old love,
Now all women are beautiful,
My shirt’s new,
I’ve washed,
I’ve shaved,
It’s peaceful.
Spring is here.
The sun is out.
I’m in the street, people are relaxed,
I’m relaxed, too.
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Over it all by Orhan Veli Kanık
Birds pass over the cloud,
And rain pours over it.
Birds pass over a train,
And rain pours over it.
Birds pass over night,
And rain pours over it.
Moon comes, wherever birds go . . .
And sun rises over the rain.
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Kasida by Orhan Veli Kanık
A Bursa blade in her hand,
A red scarf around her neck.
You whittle sticks all day
In Filya field.
For you I’m digging under walls,
You’re climbing over them.
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See what happens by Orhan Veli Kanık
See what happens when you don’t hear
The pistachio splitting apart on the branch,
Just see what happens to you.
See what happens, if you don’t hear this rain
Or the rolling bell or the man talking,
See what happens if you don’t smell the seaweed
Or the lobster, or the shrimp,
Blowing in wind from the sea . . .
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For something to do by Orhan Veli Kanık
All the beautiful women thought
Every love poem I wrote
I wrote for them.
But I always felt bad
Knowing I wrote them
Just for something to do.
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Dream by Orhan Veli Kanık
I saw my mother dead in a dream.
I woke up crying.
It reminded me of one holiday morning
Staring at the balloon I’d lost to the sky,
Crying.
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