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Öyle bi -Can Yücel
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16 Oct 2008 Thu 01:31 am |
ÖYLE BÃ
Temiz gömlegimi giydim talimden sonra Ayaklarýný yýkýyor çeþme baþýnda erler Ãþte sen öyle bir serindin Tuzladan kaptýlarla inerken þehre Ne güzel þey sivil denmesi çýplaða Ve gün-açýk penceresinden meselerin Yamacýn kuytusuna sokulmuþ mavi Ufacýk bi parça deniz gibiydin
Þipka biberleriyle konmuþ okulun camlarýna Arnavut Köyünün o muhacir güneþi Ãste sen öyle bi cumartesiydin Sahanlýkta saçlarýný tarýyor kýzlar Raylar ondan böyle kývýlcýmlanýyor Köþeleri dönerken, önlükleri altýndan Dünyaya baþlar gibi aybaþlarýnýn kokusu Kalkan al týramvaydýn ergenlik duraðýmdan
Meyvahoþun orda bir sabahcý kahvesi Gün aðarmýþtý ama ben günaydýn demedim Ãþte sen öyle ýþýklý bir yerdin. Bilmiyordum hiç burda bir fýrýn olduðunu Diz çöktüm asfalta, baktým aþaðý, üüüü´üh!.. Ãþçiler ateþler ay çörekleri Ve kýlýc gibi taze ekmek kokusu... Daðýttýk evvel-allah yalnýzlýklarý
Yaþamak düðünse, sen orda gelindin Seni soydum, Güler, dünyayý giyindim ----------------------- Such As
I put my clean shirt on after the training Privates are washing their feet at the fountain You were like such a fresh place When going to Istanbul from Tuzla What a wonderful thing to call the naked in mufti And seeing the blue snuggling to the shores Through the day-open plain trees You were like such a small fragment of sea.
Red peppers at the bay of school windows And arnavutkoy with its refugee sun You were like such a saturday Girls combing their hair on their landings That is the reason for the sparks on the railway tracks While turning the corners, And the scents of their periods under their aprons, Like starting new lives You were the crimson tram departing from my adolescence
A cafe for early starters It was after the daybreak but I did not say good morning You were like such a well-lighted place I did not know there was a bakery here I kneeled on the pavement and looked through the low window, ooh Workers, fire, crescent rolls And the scent of fresh bread like a sword.. And we demolished the loneliness
If life was a wedding, you were the bride there I undressed you, Güler*, I have put the world on.
*Hi wife´s name
My try
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:34 pm |
What a strange poem
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:40 pm |
loooooooool!!! Im laughing really hard!!!! LOOOL! that was soo weird! It made absoloutely no sense at all!!!!!
it was kinda of pervert like too
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:45 pm |
loooooooool!!! Im laughing really hard!!!! LOOOL! that was soo weird! It made absoloutely no sense at all!!!!!
it was kinda of pervert like too
It is actually quite awful, I think I could write better when drunk on absinthe
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:47 pm |
It made absoloutely no sense at all!!!!!
I guess you missed out on the last 2 sentences who put together the feeling he has for his wife which he shows in the rest of the poem..
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:48 pm |
It is actually quite awful, I think I could write better when drunk on absinthe
it has no meaning!!!! Handsom u have an awful taste in poetry!!!!
the guy is craaazy! Or maybe he really was drunk!
I wonder if he gave it to his wife....
i wonder what her reaction was...
imagine her like maybe... slapping him!!! LOOOOOL!
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:48 pm |
It is actually quite awful, I think I could write better when drunk on absinthe
Tastes
Actually I really love Can Yücel.
And doudi is right, generally his poetry has kind of a pervert sense in it, but I cant help but be attracted to it But to say that it doesn´t make sense or that it is extremely humerous..
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:52 pm |
Tastes
Actually I really love Can Yücel.
And doudi is right, generally his poetry has kind of a pervert sense in it, but I cant help but be attracted to it But to say that it doesn´t make sense or that it is extremely humerous..
Normally I like his poetry but this is a bit weird, but I agree with what you are saying there is some sense to it, in an odd way.
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:53 pm |
it has no meaning!!!! Handsom u have an awful taste in poetry!!!!
the guy is craaazy! Or maybe he really was drunk!
I wonder if he gave it to his wife....
i wonder what her reaction was...
imagine her like maybe... slapping him!!! LOOOOOL!
I´m sorry, I can understand that you have a different taste in poetry and everything. But you are very wrong to say it has no meaning. You really missed out on some parts of the poem. And would you slap your husband, if he told you you would be the bride if life was a wedding?
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08 Nov 2008 Sat 09:53 pm |
Tastes
Actually I really love Can Yücel.
And doudi is right, generally his poetry has kind of a pervert sense in it, but I cant help but be attracted to it But to say that it doesn´t make sense or that it is extremely humerous..
omg are you kidding? im still laughing, and while going to post this i read it agina and laughed hysterically AGAIN!! i have no idea what he means by anything he says! And .. ummmm... no comment!
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