NOCTURNAL TRAVEL

[esrarukawa]

This poem is for a city we stayed nearly for a year. It includes my impressions about the city. In the remembrance of my best friend Ayda.

Edited by Mae

The Far City

There, the nights were white
White and cold
There were very big night lamps on the streets
Big and red...
At night the roads - painted to red
The city hid in the mist
It silenced and listened to the story of the wind
Hitting the walls the wind had walked away
dragging along its long heavy cape
Angry and fast...
There were old houses
Old and alone, subsided into darkness
Waiting for death in silence
They had leaned back to back against the years
Behind the new buildings
Proud and conceited.
There were houses
which windows were face to face
A road between them
Thin and stony.
A river had parted the city into two
Green and strong
It was running away not daring to look back
Singing the songs of foreign places.
Among the mountains,
The city has lived
The nights, red and cold
The mornings, cool and quite.


Bir Şehir Uzaklarda

Oralarda geceler beyazdı
Beyaz ve soğuk
Sokak lambaları vardı kocaman
Kocaman ve kırmızı.
Yollar kızıla boyanırdı gecelerde
Şehir saklanırdı sislerin ardına
Susar, dinlerdi rüzgarın çığlıklarını,
Vura vura duvarlara ellerini
Eteklerini sürür giderdi rüzgar
Kızgın ve hızlı...
Oralarda eski evler vardı,
Eski ve kimsesiz, karanlığa gömülmüş
Ölümü bekleyen sessiz.
Yaslanmış sırt sırta
Yılların yorgunluğuna karşı
Yeni binaların ardında; mağdur ve gururlu.
Pencereleri yüz yüze bakan evler vardı
Aralarında dar bir yol taşlardan dizili
Bir ırmak bölerdi şehri
Şarkısını söylerdi uzakların
Ardına bakmadan koşar giderdi.
Dağların arasına sinmiş şehir
Yaşardı yeniden sabahları, serin ve durgun
Geceleri kırmızı ve sessiz.
14.08.1998

[sofia24]

Hi Esrarukawa,

Nice poem, will you share more about your best friend?

[esrarukawa]

Ayda was my best friend in 3rd year in Secondary School. We both loved drawing. I stopped drawing long time ago I wonder if she still does...

anyway just in mood for another poem for another two important people in my life. Long time ago lost the connection but they are still fresh in my mind.

Without You

'Without You' is dedicated to Raziye and Ayşe my dormitory friends. It's raining and I remembered the rainy days in that city watching the rain from the window of dormitory. The olive trees in front of us the shacks are all around. Edited by Mae

I am looking out from the window again,
There are olive trees in front of me
Shacks are all around.
It's raining
But my window is open
The cool wind caressing my cheeks
The song of the rain in my ears
Mixed thoughts are in my mind,
Of past, future... now...
And you
You are in the past
Now, you aren't here
I am hoping
Maybe in the future
Someday, somewhere...
The green is greener under rain
The red is redder.
I am looking out of the window again
There are olive trees in front of me
The shacks are still around.
Only you aren't here
it is the difference.


Sensiz

Pencereden bakıyorum yine
Önümde zeytin ağaçları
Çevrede gecekondular.
Yağmur yağıyor
Ama pencerem açık
Serin rüzgar okşuyor yüzümü
Kulaklarımda yağmurun şarkısı
Aklımda karışık düşünceler
Geçmiş, gelecek....şimdi...
Ve sen,
Geçmişte sen,
Şimdi yoksun
Acaba diyorum gelecekte,
Bir gün bir yerde...
Yeşil daha yeşil yağmurla
Kırmızı daha kırmızı.
Pencereden bakıyorum yine
Önümde zeytin ağaçları
Çevrede gecekondular
Sadece sen yoksun
Her zamankinden farklı

Aralık, 1997