rosy widow istanbul
my eyes are gazed upon your sky
my first looks are graved there
it is I looking out of your eyes
there are evil eye traces in your eyes, ancient
my flesh bleeds on old sculptures
I was burnt and cried inside, montuesday
maiden’s tower is a tear bottle, a cypress
her rosy moon is red and white bridal dress is her cerement
above me, below golden jewel, rosy widow
to the death – are you in love with yourself istanbul?
silver water running inside of you; cypress drilling the sky
the miserable blue swan flowing into eternity
is a graceful istanbul girl, magical tulip age
low heels dances on high pavements
her toy is a pinecone, peg top and marbles
as her booty shakes, my head whirls, so does the earth
you tania in island-moda and villages and in beyoğlu
the king and sultans slept in a dream, they begged on their knees
oh fellows the city through which a river runs was besieged from the inside
azans and bells are calls for the mystical love and inner invasion
my eurasian angel, my rosy widow asks the world to dance
long live Istanbul, the beauty of the world, remaining from magnificent ages.
dursun ozden
Istanbul
seven seasons, seven regions, seven hills
where the dreams join together spreading
well! kings, sultans, robbers and sevens
ravened Istanbul but they could not consume
clover in my heart, rhapsodic river, cascade
house of tulips, tulipas- istanbul
crowned of all flowers, major remedy of beauty
whirling in the dance of souls, how the mighty have fallen
in pursuit of elapsing and lost, nightwalker flower
come before death, set a slice of smile
dells of dawn is captive and atrabilious cry of a gull
a mournful stream flows, kissing shores
I hold on you istanbul, free and childish
I eclipsed by you istanbul, my eyeful.
dursun ozden
www.dursunozden.com.tr