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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

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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

 

ALTINDAĞ

 

Altındağ is a poor neighborhood that has grown on the outskirts of Ankara. Near dawn, everyone in Altındağ has a dream. Here you will only read abouth the dreams of a young girl and a sewer worker, and hear the song of a water carrier.

 

One of them dreams of a husband:

A real gentleman with a nice salary.

They get married and move into the city;

Letters pour in to their fancy address:

Happy Nest Plaza, basement.

They live in a compact apartment.

She no longer works as charwoman or window-washer.

The dishes she washes sre all her own.

They have a baby, a beatiful, beaming baby:

They buy a secondhand pram.

Every morning she takes him to the Central Playground

So that her little boy can play in the sandpit

Just like kids of those rich families.

 

The sewer worker dreams of the baths,

The loveliest of dreams.

He lies flat on his back on the big slab,

Bath attendants come and line up beside him.

One of them pours water

Another soaps his body

While a third, with cloth in hand, waits to give him a rubdown.

As new clients come in

The sewer worker

Leaves clean as cotton balls.

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