Orhan Veli Kanik
Biography of Orhan Veli Kanik
Orhan Veli Kanık (13 April 1914 – 14 November 1950) was a Turkish poet. Together with Oktay Rıfat and Melih Cevdet, he founded the Garip Movement.
Orhan Veli was born in Istanbul. His father was a conductor of the Presidential Symphony Orchestra. His younger brother, Adnan Veli, was a well known journalist whose memoir of his time in prison on political charges, "Mahpushane Çeşmesi (The Prison Fountain)", was published in 1952. Orhan Veli studied at the Ankara Gazi High School before he started his university education which lasted one year at Istanbul University's philosophy department before dropping out in 1935. He was employed by the Ministry of Education as a translator from 1945 to 1947. Later, he worked as a freelance translator and journalist. In 1949, he helped the publication of Yaprak, a literary magazine. As also evidenced from the contents of some of his deeply humorous poetry, he was a heavy drinker. His death was due to a brain hemorrhage a few days after he fell into a pot hole on the street while intoxicated.
He is known for advocating a poetry without excessive stylistic elements and adjectives, and preferring a style closer to free-verse. He is known for his unique voice, and depth of emotion underlying the seemingly easy-coming nature of his verse. His poetry is highly admired by the public as well as in academic circles.
Orhan Veli Kanik's Works:
* Garip (Together with Oktay Rifat and Melih Cevdet, 1941)
* Garip (1945)
* Vazgeçemediğim (1945)
* Destan Gibi (1946)
* Yenisi (1947)
* Karşı (1949)
* Collected Poems (1951, 1975)
Orhan Veli Kanik Poems
These fine days have been my ruin. On this kind of day I resigned My job in 'Pious Foundations' On this kind of day I started to smoke
I Listen To Istanbul
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: First, a light wind blowing A soft wind swaying The leaves in the trees,
All Of A Sudden
Everything happened all of a sudden. All of a sudden daylight beat down on the earth; There was the sky all of a sudden;
To Leave This City
This is the city to walk around in the rain Staring at the barges in the harbor And to hum songs through the night.
Poem Of Loneliness
Ones who don't live alone don't know How much silence scares one; How one talks to himself; How one runs to mirrors,
The Galata Bridge
Hanging around on the Bridge, Gleefully I watch all of you... Out there, some of you row backward Or pick mussels off the buoys;
Did I Fall In Love?
I didn't believe I would have thoughts like this, I would be sleepless at nights, I would be so silent.
How pleasant is the color of tea, In the morning, In open weather!
April It's impossible To write poems
This good weather ruined me, I resigned in such a weather From my government job. I got used to tobacco in such a weather,
I wouldn't love you this much If there was another tree besides you In our neighborhood. But if you
Do you know why you appear In my dreams night after night, Why I'm tempted by Satan On immaculate sheets?
I Am Not Far
I am not far from you Your eyes shall know to look, I am in your looks Perhaps closer to you than yourself
I Can'T Tell
If I cry, can you hear my voice, In my lines; Can you touch, My tears, with your hands?
I stare after the departing ship;
I can't throw myself into the sea, world is beautiful;
There is manhood inside, I can't cry.