Orhan Veli Kanik

(13 April 1914 – 14 November 1950 / İstanbul)

Orhan Veli Kanik Poems

1. Bell-Song 9/22/2010
2. For The Fatherland 9/22/2010
3. I Buy Rags 9/22/2010
4. My Masterpiece 9/22/2010
5. On Mustard 9/22/2010
6. Reply 9/22/2010
7. The Story Of Ali RıZa And Ahmet 9/22/2010
8. Walking On The Street 9/22/2010
9. Pub 9/22/2010
10. There's Something Like Booze In The Air 9/22/2010
11. To Stay Grieved 9/22/2010
12. Sound Of A Train 9/22/2010
13. Sunday Evenings 9/22/2010
14. Tail-Song 9/22/2010
15. Thank God 9/22/2010
16. Gossip 9/22/2010
17. Hoy Lu-Lu 9/22/2010
18. Comfort 9/22/2010
19. Dream 9/22/2010
20. Edith Almera 9/22/2010
21. Departure 9/22/2010
22. Such Is Life 9/22/2010
23. Filled With 9/22/2010
24. Headache 9/22/2010
25. Bad Kid 9/22/2010
26. There Is Something 9/22/2010
27. Insects 9/22/2010
28. Toward Freedom 9/22/2010
29. Words 9/22/2010
30. To Live 9/22/2010
31. Free 9/22/2010
32. I Am Not Far 9/22/2010
33. I Can'T Tell 9/22/2010
34. Suicide 9/22/2010
35. Indoor 9/22/2010
36. Good Weather 9/22/2010
37. For Istanbul 9/22/2010
38. How Beautiful 9/22/2010
39. The Galata Bridge 9/22/2010
40. To Leave This City 9/22/2010
Best Poem of Orhan Veli Kanik

Fine Days

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
On this kind of day I fell in love
On this kind of day I forgot
To bring home bread and salt
On this kind of day I had a relapse
Into my versifying disease.
These fine days have been my ruin.

Translated by Bernard Lewis (1982)

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Bell-Song

We are officials
At 9 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 5 o'clock,
We form our private clusters in the streets.
Thus did Almighty God record our fate
We wait for the break-bell or the first of the month.

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