Snow In Istanbul Poem by Hugh Mitchell
Snow In Istanbul
No fish-merchant at the street's end now
'Palamut, palamut' no more
even the simit-seller walks on silent feet
the snow descends in feathered lumps
drops weightily on roofs and roads
cafes stand empty under heavy trees
the Bosphorus runs gun-metal grey and dull
the hills of Asia rise shining and brave
chesting the wind
the bridge, a frozen skeleton
watches the city
where we wait
dreaming of tulips
purple blossom and the warmth of spring.
Your imagery is great, I can really picture the images of istanbul as you describe them!
Thank you so much! I spent an unforgettable year in Istanbul and I wanted to re-capture the atmosphere.
A beautiful and warm description of Istanbul under the snow.
Snowballs are distant dreams which are full of creams bouncing whiteness round and round they go........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 10:17:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Purple blossom and the warmth of spring you have brilliantly brought up ahead with imagery of snow in Istanbul. This is an excellent natural poem...10
Thank you for your kind comments! I spent an unforgettable year in Istanbul, and I wanted to re-capture the atmosphere.