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Post by Angel » Wed Jul 06, 2011 4:24 am

In this thread you may post, discuss and analyze your favorite poem. Feel free to include bio's and images, or anything else that you may feel shares a connection with the poem you're posting.

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Post by Angel » Sat Jul 30, 2011 1:52 pm

"Having a Coke With You" by Frank O'Hara



is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne

or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still

as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth

between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look

at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick

which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time

and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or

at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me

and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them

when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank

or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully

as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience

which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

—Frank O'Hara

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Post by Meltem » Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:36 am

Damn, VURangel! Stellar...STELLAR poem!


“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum."

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Post by Angel » Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:10 pm

Mahmoud Darwish

13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008


Translation is not flawless.. but here it goes

لا أعرف الشخصَ الغريبَ ولا مآثرهُ

رأيتُ جِنازةً فمشيت خلف النعش،

I don't know this stranger nor his good deeds

I saw a funeral and I walked behind it

مثل الآخرين مطأطئ الرأس احتراماً. لم

أجد سبباً لأسأل: مَنْ هُو الشخصُ الغريبُ؟

وأين عاش، وكيف مات

فإن أسباب الوفاة كثيرةٌ من بينها وجع الحياة

Like others I walk with my head down out of respect

I found no reason to ask: who is this stranger?

Where he lived? How he died?

For the causes of death are so many

and the pain of life is one of them

سألتُ نفسي: هل يرانا أم يرى

عَدَماً ويأسفُ للنهاية؟ كنت أعلم أنه

لن يفتح النَّعشَ المُغَطَّى بالبنفسج كي

يُودِّعَنا ويشكرنا ويهمسَ بالحقيقة

( ما الحقيقة؟)

I asked myself: does he see us

or does he see nothing and feel sorry for the end?

I knew he won't open his coffin covered with violets

to say goodbye and thank you the whisper the truth

رُبَّما هُوَ مثلنا في هذه

الساعات يطوي ظلَّهُ. لكنَّهُ هُوَ وحده

الشخصُ الذي لم يَبْكِ في هذا الصباح،

ولم يَرَ الموت المحلِّقَ فوقنا كالصقر

Maybe he is like us in these hours folding his shadow

But he the only one who didn't cry this morning

and he didn't see death flying over us like a falcon

فاًحياء هم أَبناءُ عَمِّ الموت، والموتى

نيام هادئون وهادئون وهادئون ولم

أَجد سبباً لأسأل: من هو الشخص

الغريب وما اسمه؟

The livings are the cousins of death

and the dead are asleep.. calm.. calm.. calm

and I didn't find a reason to ask: who is this stranger and what's his name?

لا برق

يلمع في اسمه والسائرون وراءه

عشرون شخصاً ما عداي ( أنا سواي)

وتُهْتُ في قلبي على باب الكنيسة:

ربما هو كاتبٌ أو عاملٌ أو لاجئٌ

أو سارقٌ، أو قاتلٌ ...

There's no shinning in his name

and those who walk behind him are 20 people

except me.. just me

My heart got lost on the church's door:

Maybe he is a writer, a worker, a refugee, a theif, a killer

لا فرق،

فالموتى سواسِيَةٌ أمام الموت .. لا يتكلمون

وربما لا يحلمون .

It doesn't matter

The dead are equal in front of death

They don't speak

and maybe they don't dream

وقد تكون جنازةُ الشخصِ الغريب جنازتي

لكنَّ أَمراً ما إلهياً يُؤَجِّلُها

لأسبابٍ عديدةْ

من بينها: خطأ كبير في القصيدة

Or maybe this stranger funeral is my funeral

but a matter of God is delaying it

for many reasons like

There is a big mistake in this poem

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Post by Pamuk » Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:37 pm

The Fear of God

If you should rise from Nowhere up to Somewhere,

From being No one up to being Someone,

Be sure to keep repeating to yourself

You owe it to an arbitrary god

Whose mercy to you rather than to others

Won’t bear to critical examination.

Stay unassuming. If for lack of license

To wear the uniform of who you are,

You should be tempted to make up for it

In a subordinating look or toe,

Beware of coming too much to the surface

And using for apparel that was meant

To be the curtain of the inmost soul.

- Robert Frost


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Post by Angel » Fri Feb 03, 2012 10:16 am

If- Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;

If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

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Post by Meltem » Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:05 am

Moon, Pamuk, and Angel

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“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum."

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Post by Angel » Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:54 am

Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan


Biliyorum, unutamayacaksın!

Ağır ağır geçecek mevsimler,

Bir bir ağaracak saçının telleri

Solacak albümde eski resimler.

Beni hatırladıkça için ürperecek,

Boşanan gözyaşlarını tutamıyacaksın.

Boşuna zorlama kendini, sevdiğim;

Biliyorum, unutamayacaksın.

Ve biliyorsun, ben de unutamayacağım,

Eskimeyecek içimde sana ait ne varsa

Şöhretmiş, servetmiş herşey geçiyor, inan

Dostluklar ve sevgiler kalıyor, kalırsa.

Sen benim gökyüzümdün, denizim, toprağımdın,

Şimdi bir hatıra olamazsın belirsiz, uzak

Biliyorsun bazı şeyler vardır elimizde olmayan

İşte öyle imkansız birşey seni unutmak.

Zannetme ki herşey bitti sevdiğim;

Birgün yeşerecek şu sararmış yapraklar.

Ve bundan sonra kim severse dünyada;

Seni ve beni hatırlayacaklar


I know, you will not be able to forget!

Slowly, the seasons will pass,

One by one, your hair will turn to grey

The old pictures in the album will fade.

While you remember me your inside will shudder,

You will not be able to hold your tears falling apart

Do not force yourself in vain, my beloved;

I know, you will not be able to forget

And you know, i also will not be able to forget,

It will not get old, what i have inside of me belong to you

Fame, wealth everything is passing, believe me

The friendship and love remains, if it will remain.

You were my sky, my sea, my earth,

Now, you cannot be only a memory, dim and distant

You know there are things that are not up to us

And it is that impossible thing to forget you.

Do not suppose that everything has ended my beloved;

Someday, those paled leaves will turn into green

And then, whoever loves in this earth;

Will remember You and I...

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Post by Angel » Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:48 pm

“Don't go far off, not even for a day,

because I don't know how to say it - a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in

an empty station when the trains are

parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then

the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve

on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter

into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for

a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll

have gone so far I'll wander mazily

over all the earth, asking, will you

come back? Will you leave me here, dying?”

― Pablo Neruda

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Post by Angel » Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:53 pm

Turkish poetry - some poems that I love

Good Weather by Orhan Veli Kanık

This good weather ruined me,

I resigned in such a weather

From my government job.

I got used to tobacco in such a weather,

I fell in love in such a weather;

I forgot to take home bread and salt

In such a weather;

My disease of writing poems

Recurred in such a weather;

This good weather ruined me.

Translated by Fatıh Akgül

Friend by Cahit Külebi

Come to my place one night, without notice

Don't make the stairs creak

I am so tired, don't ask

Only you can understand me

Let's sit down and talk all night

Nobody to hear us

Let's have our blue sky

And let's fly, my wings touching yours.

I feel alienated from all people

There is only you

I am so tired, don't ask

You know.

translated by Fatih Akgul

Such is life by Orhan Veli Kanık

This family had a puppydog

Curly and kinky;his name was Dingdong - he died.

They had a pusscat too: Cerulean,

She got lost.

Then their daughter got married.

Young son passed the class

All kinds of things, sweet or sad,

Happened within one year.

Just happened, that's the way it goes...

Anyway, such is life!

There is something by Orhan Veli Kanık

Is this sea as beautiful as this everyday?

Does the sky look like this all the time?

This furniture, these windows,

Are they always as beautiful as this?


I swear to God, no;

There is something strange going on.

translated by Fatih Akgül

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