The man at those pictures is not me.

I am pretty close, I can feel;

I know your brow is moist with sweat

Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;

we must live as if we will never die.

But stale water is free

Oh those days, my desires, and excitement!

Did it snow on my temples or what's this?

like a squirrel, for example-

Into something rich & strange

How the man changes with time!

Some in the busy tomb

The village where I was born was beautiful too

We'll know this with a curious anger,

I'm in the street, in a street all lonely

Your lips are red

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;

I'll never know what made you run away

but we'll still worry ourselves to death

I recognized a stone hard so late.

I may remember him!

and close to fifty,

Ashen clouds overcast the darkling sky

We're in the middle of life like a Dante.

And get something to eat.

Sidewalks, a language within me lingering

THE GALATA BRIDGE

Some clutch the rudders of barges

Let me not walk in light nor to eyes appear

en çok "şimal rüzgarları" kısmını seviyorum...

That I my thoughts may dim;

but because although you fear death you don't believe it,

Or pick mussels off the buoys;

The entrances of cinemas

It's a rose I guess.

we'll look out the window to see it's raining,

is the most real, the most beautiful thing.

because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

The fire we felt at the time of our youth,

But i'll keep on waiting till you return

Once they were part of an ever-lasting love.

Emily Dickinson

Can you touch,

Which I accept a little further each year.

Come to the green fields and live once again...

O. V. K.

At you and I!

A hubbub at the hub of the market,

Make a couple of bucks

that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,

I mean, however and wherever we are,

we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,

As in a damp quilt let me wrap myself here

even for people whose faces you've never seen,

Sidewalks, the person who has lived in me

I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL

A clearing at the end --

Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Of his bones are Corrall made:

your back to the wall,

Make me laugh a while

Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,

Go round and round.

There is a place, I know;

even though you know living

While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds

If my body, aaaa-length on these stones could lie

for something worth fighting for, say.

My first love like only a dream,

I watch the smoke curl up and go.

about going a little too soon,

Living is no laughing matter:

Some with new -- stately feet --

You may forget the warmth he gave,

My tears, with your hands?

Take my hands, child,

That's why I yearn for coolness

Flinging the problem back

Haste! lest while you're lagging,

Out there, some of you row backward

Whereas words were this insufficient

God, this wrinkled face belongs to me?

The houses fix their gaze, dark black and great,

Over there, the whistles blow,

Who knows, where, how, at what age?

And your lips are wet.

Yet have all roads

A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep,

Gleeaaaay I watch all of you...

Men did not know how to laugh

Cover me, cover me in their cool darknesses

Why are the birds still circling around at sky?

Valleys and hills are free

Nothing in this wild world left for me to see.

Your hands are white

HEART, we will forget him!

Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:

I mean, you must take living so seriously

There were no walnut trees

I cannot see a spoke

Let's say we're at the front-

Walking, walking and never looking back

The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;

before the iron doors will open.

I mean with the outside beyond the walls.

about the outcome of the war, which could last years.

In my lines;

I seem to see a phantom wait for me

we were the lovers who stroll to green fields.

or, "north winds" :)

I can't tell.

If I cry, can you hear my voice,

Yet know its dripping feet

There, in the first offensive, on that very day,

That's why I hate to be alone

Water would drown man, fire would burn!

Bandits struck by night

Let's say we're in prison

I'll keep on waiting untill the day you learn.

Hold them a while.

orhan veli kanık ha.. güzel..

Still giddy since bygone bacchanals,

you must take it seriously,

Sidewalks, sound heard when all sounds cease to be

Hanging around on the Bridge,

By the grave stone as if it was your throne.

How many such gardens did I see topsy-turvy?

Why did you become enemy to me,

Let me go on and the road, let us not stay

In the village where I was born

I here am one and there the sidewalks lie

Now tell me of the place where you were born

You are light and beauty, like my country

for the latest newscast...

Harke now I heare them, ding-dong, bell.

you're wellcome Richie Rich:)

Please let no morning on this dark street rest

Let the daytimes be yours, give me darknesses

Let there be no pain in the head, no yearning in the heart

And the birds in flight, like poems,

On winter days let everyone have hose and home

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes...

Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery -

Freedom can cost your head

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

Struggle to make ends meet.

and not for your children, either,

In this midnight only two who sleepless roam

Our ways separated, one by one;

Drop by drop a terror collects in me

At the docks while hammers bang and clang

And the leaves on the trees

And the glittering fish;

This cheerful man is not me.

Bread and cheese cost money

I want a country

Or those purple bulges beneath my eyes?

or still wait anxiously

with its people and animals, struggle and wind-

The outside of cars

It is possible to say everything;

I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,

Thank's trtato...

When complaining is no use any longer,

Let the lamps flow past me like a flood

Full fathom five thy Father lies,

The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,

I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing.

Let it be a land of birds and flowers

Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,

But doth suffer a Sea-change

Pass royal through the gate --

That I lack of troubles is but a lie.

How can i keep searching when the dark clouds hide the day?

With the friends we began our lives,

What can you do, death comes to all us.

An unfrequented road --

ABOUT LIVING

I only know there's nothing here for me.

Sidewalks

Even though it's impossible not to feel sad

N. F. K.

That's why I'm still so unhappy

we might fall on our face, dead.

Some have resigned the Loom --

The north winds blew

Flaunt it a while.

AGE THIRTY-FIVE

Something falls on the ground out of her hand,

Speak with me a while

You will have a single prayer long sovereignty,

that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees-

Out there, far away,

Or catch the ropes on the dock,

Find quaint employ --

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

You can't be happy untill you bring it home.

Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above

I Want a Country

Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry

roses are red my love sky is so blue... sugar is sweet my love but not sweet as you.. i think that was true wrote..

Richie Rich:Congratulations and Thanks!

You fall asleep; and you don't wake up.

you can die for people-

Let hungry dogs hear the click-clack of my tread

There was also another colour of sky!

and we have eighteen more years, say,

But prison is free

When you have done, pray tell me,

you must live with great seriousness

That's why my lips are aaaaaed

Why is this funeral? Who died again?

or else in a laboratory

I'll not give up life in a soft embrace

C. S. T.

Softly flutter or sway;

so much so and to such a degree

I am the child nursed at this sidewalk's breast

At the head of every street the demons wait

Never mind, maybe some day

A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:

At first there blows a gentle breeze

Air is free, clouds are free

Nothing of him that doth fade,

Let there be an end to brothers' quarrels

My foot is on the Tide!

On this dark street let me ever run my race

Lightening bolts seek the chimneys of homes

I didn't know that songs were this beautiful,

I will forget the light.

Like these streets plunging into uncanny drowse

Is now strange even as a memory.

Let there be an arch, vaulted in gloom, on my way

Tugboats with funnels lowered

Am I the only one who has fun?

Let there be no rich and poor, no you and me

So scatter your hair child

Quince's yellow, pomegranate's red autumns!

Oh the mirrors I knew as friends for years.

I mean living must be your whole occupation.

Once there were valleys where rivers used to run

Those are pearles that were his eies,

Once there were green fields kissed by the sun

Kiss them a while

Everyday, rising, is a trouble,

We live free

in your white coat and safety glasses,

And the shop windows are free

Goes out without caring about tears.

You and I, to-night!

The sidewalks, mother to the suffering

Glide quickly under the Bridge;

A bird flutters round your skirt;

If these cold stones would draw the fever from my brow

GREEN FIELDS

I Can't Tell

There were no cornfields

On me, like blindmen with their eyes ripped free

Before I had this trouble.

And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.

But all of you, all of you...

I'll write a poem about all of you,

If only the sidewalks' melancholy mate would die

At the point my path is mingled with the black

My loneliness gradually increases.

My wheel is in the dark!

Rain and mud are free

Let the sky be blue, the bough green, the cornfield yellow

Clouds drifting in the air,

Let living be like loving from the heart

- My wheel is in the dark!

Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;

HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM!

Then suddenly birds fly by,

Then the ferryboats and floats,

from the white table.

Tell me a while.

If there must be complaint, let it be of death

which is to say we might not get

One understands when he comes to this age.

The age is thirty-five! Half of the way!

You can't be happy by your hearts on abroad

Fondle me a while.

We'll still live with the outside,