ÖYLE BÝ 

Temiz gömlegimi giydim talimden sonra
Ayaklarýný yýkýyor çeþme baþýnda erler
Ýþte 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
Ýste 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
Ýþte sen öyle ýþýklý bir yerdin.
Bilmiyordum hiç burda bir fýrýn olduðunu
Diz çöktüm asfalta, baktým aþaðý, üüüü´üh!..
Ýþçiler ateþler ay çörekleri
Ve kýlýc gibi taze ekmek kokusu...
Daðýttýk evvel-allah yalnýzlýklarý

Yaþamak düðünse, sen orda gelindin
Seni soydum, Güler, dünyayý giyindim
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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

What a strange poem

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

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..

 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!

 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.

 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?

 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!