If life were easy
and it all worked out,
what would this sadness
be about.
If it was happy
day after day,
what would happen
anyway.
sadness
untitled poem by Cemal Süreya
Whereas a glass of water was enough to wet your hair,
A slice of bread, two olives to fill our stomachs
If I kissed you once, the second felt itself neglected,
If I kissed you twice, the third bent its neck in sadness. . .
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
There Is Something Like Alcohol by Orhan Veli Kanik
There is something like alcohol in this air;
It’s making a guy like me feel bad, bad,
Especially if I’m also homesick;
Your lover one place,
You someplace else;
It’s making a person like me feel sad, sad.
There is something like alcohol in this air;
It’s making a guy like me drink, drink.
Leonard Durso 