istanbul & rosy widow of istanbul (poems)

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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

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