The landscape changes

Seni Düşünmek – To Think of You by Nazım Hikmet Seni düşünmek güzel şey, ümitli şey To think of you is a beautiful thing, a hopeful thing Dünyanın en güzel sesindenEn güzel şarkıyı dinlemek gibi bir şey It’s as if listening to the most beautiful song sung by the world’s most beautiful voice Fakat artık ümitContinue reading “The landscape changes”

Figs + Salvador Dalí

Figs – İncirler by Edna St. Vincent Millay  First Fig – Birinci İncir My candle burns at both ends; Mumum iki ucundan yakıyor; It will not last the night; Sabaha kadar tutunamıyor; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— Ama valla, düşmanlarım,  ve valla, arkadaşlarım —  It gives a lovely light! Ne güzel korlaşıyor!Continue reading “Figs + Salvador Dalí”

Next to the book

Yıldızlar — The Stars by Oktay Rifat  Kitabın yanında defter vardır, Next to the book is a writing journal, Defterin yanında bardak. A glass next to the journal. Çocuk bardağın yanında, A child next to the glass Çocuğun yanında kedi – A cat next to the child —  Ve bir beyaz karanfil. And a whiteContinue reading “Next to the book”

The room talks about everything

ODA / ROOM by İlhan Berk Evin doğası sessizliktir. Odalar, sofalar, merdivenler, döşemeler sessizlik eğirir. The nature of the house is silence. Rooms, sofas, stairs, furniture weave silence.  SESSİZLİK İSTER EV. THE HOUSE DEMANDS SILENCE. Ev keçiyolları yumağıdır.  Bu keçiyolları besler onu. Böyle bir sessizlik, sınırsızlık saçar. House is a winding ball of narrow paths. Continue reading “The room talks about everything”

I don’t like to turn back

Autobiography  -Nazım Hikmet I was born in 1902  I never once went back to my birthplace  I don’t like to turn back  at three I served as a pasha’s grandson in Aleppo  at nineteen as a student at Moscow Communist University  at forty-nine I was back in Moscow as the Tcheka Party’s guest  and I’veContinue reading “I don’t like to turn back”

A gift for Arif Damar

O Diligent Like an Apple by İlhan Berk A gift for Arif Damar at the age of seventy. His watch is set to the time of ordinary people, to grass,  to insects. His papers are above rivers, rainbows and our footpaths. On his clothes and shoes. His pages are adjusted to the water’s flow. InContinue reading “A gift for Arif Damar”

Arif Damar: Tulin’s face

We were Poor We Loved the World by Arif Damar So distantSo beautifulIt turned out eventuallyThat I never saw that faceLike it had never existed When I am desolateHeartbrokenThe serene beautyOn Tulin’s faceHow it resemblesThe one on the blurredBrokenMissing glassOf a homeless memory On a dismal winter eveningDelicatePaleDarkHow it resemblesThe one I keep looking atSecretlyWhenContinue reading “Arif Damar: Tulin’s face”

Five Lines / Beş Satırla

Annelerin ninnilerinden From mothers’ lullabies spikerin okuduğu habere kadar, To news spouted by talking heads, yürekte, sokakta, kitapta, yenebilmek yalanı, To overcome lies in the heart, in the street, in books,  anlamak, sevgilim, o, ne müthiş bahtiyarlık, To discover, my love, the awesome good fortune, anlamak gideni ve gelmekte olanı. Of understanding what is goneContinue reading “Five Lines / Beş Satırla”

Ruining your concentration

“I remember the first day you came to the exhibition.  You were strolling through the gallery looking rather bored, when you suddenly stopped in front of my portrait.  You looked at it so strangely!  Everyone around you noticed.   “Sizi sergiye ilk geldiğiniz günden beri hatırlıyorum.  Canınız sıkılmış gibi dolaşırken birdenbire benim portremin önünde durdunuz…Continue reading “Ruining your concentration”

Kaba saba bir Latinceyle uyandım

I …sentences began with Syrian merchants.Much later I opened a window facing the river.A wounded woodcock came in. I woke to the sounds of rough Latin. II We fell from the middle of a book, medium-sized sentences in search of our place, in a city we didn’t know (for the city’s name was nowhere toContinue reading “Kaba saba bir Latinceyle uyandım”