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KANIK'sadığım biri

ORHAN VELİ

Yazan: M. Şeref Özsoy

JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT

111 Poems by ORHAN VELİ

Translated by

Talat Sait Halman

ORHAN VELİ KANIK

Fremdarting

übersetzt von

Yüksel Pazarkaya

ORHAN VELİ'nin

çevirdiği şiirler

Haz: TUNÇER BAYKAŞ

mail to: Talat Sait Halman        

Introduction

Just For The Hell Of It

There Must Be A Catch

Toward Freedom

Illusion

I Am Listening To Istanbul

Wave

Epitaph I

Epitaph II
Epitaph III
In

The Galata Bridge

Bird And Cloud
Gossip
Farewell

Living

The Flag

(Untitled)

To Leave A City

Cabbie's Wife
Hoy Lulu

The Beard

My Masterpiece

I Can't Explain
Bar
Birds Are Liars

People Will Talk

Somethink Like Booze
Letters To Oktay
Poem With Bells
Guest                                 
All Of A Sudden
A Little Heart

Exodus I

Exodus II

Wool - Gatherer

For You

Outside The City

As Death Draws Near

Lovely Weather

?                

Erol Güney's Cat

My Bed

All My Talk

Sea Nostalgia

Bad Kid

Poem With A Flutter

Renaissance

Walking In The Street

Goldfinch

Edith Almera

Like Us

Being Sad

Orhan Veli

Headache

Recreation

Altındağ

Poem With Tweezers

Poems On Travel

Mechanic Sabri

For Istanbul

The Sea

I Buy Old Things

Just See What Happends Then

Did I Fall In Love?

Indoors

Uphill
Holiday

That's Not It

Sicilian Fisherman

Cornel Tree

Hurtling Train

Suicide

In The Sticks

Paintings

Quantitative

Journey
My Trouble Is Different
Trip
Souvenir
My Ex-Wife

Thank God

My Left Hand
Relief
People

Until Daybreak

Bound For War
Elegy
Poem With A Tail / Reply
My Shadow
Carnation
People
Are You Alive?
The Mermaid
Dream
Poem Of Loneliness
The Hero Of A Novel
How Lovely
Morning
Poems On Asphalt
Panorama
Robinson Crusoe
There Are Days
Travelling
Separation
My Tree
Sunday Evenings
Such Is Life
For Our Homeland
Helter-Skelter

One The Way Out

This World

Abouth The Translator

 

EPITAPH III

 

They put his rifle back in the depot

And gave his uniform to some other man.

No more bread crumbs in his kit-bag

Nor lip-marks on his canteen.

Such was the gust of wind

It carried him off his feet,

Not even his name was remembered.

Just a couplet he scribbled was left

On the wall of the mess hall:

"Death is God's will,

But if only there were no parting."

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