Oh, thanks for reminding me, Terra Yes, Marina... great Marina...

Here's my contribution:

Where does such tenderness come from?

Where does such tenderness come from?
Not the first -- these curls
I am stroking, and the lips
I knew -- darker than yours

The stars rose and diminished
(Where does such tenderness come from?)
The eyes rose and diminished
Right next to mine.

And yet no such songs
Did I listen to in the darkness of night
(Where does such tenderness come from?)
On this singer's chest

Where does such tenderness come from?
And what am I to do with it, sly
Youth, a transient singer,
With eyelashes -- longer than any other's?

18 February 1916

By Marina Tsvetayeva
Translated by Ljubov V. Kuchkina
(Poem addressed to Osip Mandelstam)

And there you have links for more translated poetry of Marina Tsvetayeva:

http://oldpoetry.com/oprintall/Marina%20Ivanova%20Tsvetaeva
http://faynights.users.btopenworld.com/Laura/Marina/poems.html
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Parc/2331/russpoets/marina.html

Cyrano, it's your turn now: translations to Turkish, please!

Dear Terra

I absolutely agree with you about translated poetry - translation never can completely express spirit of original. I think that especially Russian poetry lose a lot translated to english (or any other language, except, maybe, some of slavonic languages), since its soul lays in harmony of words.
But what can we do? Not everyone has luck to know Russian an be able to read Russian poetry in original version. And I conceive our duty to introduce Russian non-speakers to great Russian poetry.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find translation of poem you posted, but I found links for two new, very good web sites with translated poetry of Akhmatova. I hope you'll enjoy them.

http://www.tonykline.co.uk/PITBR/Russian/Akhmatova.htm
http://www.poemhunter.com/anna-akhmatova/resources/poet-6765/page-1/

And this is my choice for today:

* * *
Н.В.Н

Есть в близости людей заветная черта,
Ее не перейти влюбленности и страсти,-
Пусть в жуткой тишине сливаются уста
И сердце рвется от любви на части.

И дружба здесь бессильна и года
Высокого и огненного счастья,
Когда душа свободна и чужда
Медлительной истоме сладострастья.

Стремящиеся к ней безумны, а ее
Достигшие - поражены тоскою...
Теперь ты понял, отчего мое
Не бьется сердце под твоей рукою.
2 мая 1915, Петербург


* * *

There's a secret border in human closeness,
that love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –
though lips are sealed together in sacred silence,
though hearts break in two with love’s distress.

And friendship too is powerless, and years
of sublime flame-filled ecstasy
when the soul itself is free, fights clear,
of the slow languor of sensuality.

Those who try to reach that boundary are mad,
and those who have – are filled with anguish.
Now you know, now you understand,
why my heart won’t beat at your caress.
1915

By the way, maybe someone could post here some of Akhmatova's poems translated to Turkish?
Cyrano, we count on you

Happy Teachers Day, dear teachers all over the world
Happy Thanksgiving, my dear friends from America
Have a wonderful, unforgetable day!

Hello, Terra

Welcome to the club of Russian poetry lovers
Thank you so much for posting amazing poems of Anna Akhmatova.
She's one of the greatest world poetesses, and my favourite too.

Here you have couple of links for translated poems of Akhmatova:

http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Anna_Akhmatova

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/akhmatova/akhmatova_ind.html

http://www.allspirit.co.uk/anna.html

This is translation of one of the poems you posted. I'll try to find another too.

Anna Akhmatova
Twenty-First. Night. Monday

Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.
Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why --
made up the tale that love exists on earth.

People believe it, maybe from laziness
or boredom, and live accordingly:
they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting,
and when they sing, they sing about love.

But the secret reveals itself to some,
and on them silence settles down...
I found this out by accident
and now it seems I'm sick all the time.


And this is my contibution:

The Grey-Eyed King

Hail! Hail to thee, o, immovable pain!
The young grey-eyed king had been yesterday slain.

This autumnal evening was stuffy and red.
My husband, returning, had quietly said,

"He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home;
They'd found him under the old oak's dome.

I pity the queen. He, so young, past away!...
During one night her black hair turned to grey."

He found his pipe on a warm fire-place,
And quietly left for his usual race.

Now my daughter will wake up and rise --
Mother will look in her dear grey eyes...

And poplars by windows rustle as sing,
"Never again will you see your young king..."
1910

White Night

I haven't locked the door,
Nor lit the candles,
You don't know, don't care,
That tired I haven't the strength
To decide to go to bed.
Seeing the fields fade in
The sunset murk of pine-needles,
And to know all is lost,
That life is a cursed hell:
I've got drunk
On your voice in the doorway.
I was sure you'd come back.
1911.

Yes, indeed, TAMAM is one of my favorite Turkish words
Thanks for explanation, AlphaF
Others are HOŞÃ‡AKAL and BOŞVER.
I have no special reason, just like how they sound.

Hello, Tatli
You can find all necessary informations about serving Army in Turkey on this Topics:
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http://www.turkishclass.com/forumTitle_11_998
Don't worry about your boyfriend, he will be quite well after a few days of accomodation. You just be sure to write him long letters, it will make him feel not so lonely.

My plaesure, Mella
I'm always glad to meet poetry lovers and to help if possible.
Enjoy Turkish poetry and this site as well

Hello, Mella
You have a lot of translated love poems at "Turkish poetry" part on this site:

http://www.turkishclass.com/poems.html

Here you have some of my suggestions – hope you'll enjoy it:

http://www.turkishclass.com/poem_86

http://www.turkishclass.com/poem_87

http://www.turkishclass.com/poem_91

I also suggest you to ignore discussions not related to your question about love songs and poems.