Roni Margulies

(1955 / Istanbul)

Roni Margulies Poems

1. The Slipper 8/1/2017
2. Travolators 8/1/2017
3. Legacy 8/1/2017
4. S/S Canberra 8/1/2017
5. Singular 8/1/2017
6. Deyrulzafaran Monastery, Southeastren Turkey 8/1/2017
7. The Photograph And The Watch 8/1/2017
8. The Red Awning 8/1/2017
9. The Apollo Years 8/1/2017
10. Rapping In Amsterdam 8/1/2017
11. The Seagulls Of Istanbul 8/1/2017
12. The Abyss 8/1/2017
13. The Tower Of Leander 8/1/2017
14. Winter Music 8/1/2017
15. Wear And Tear 8/1/2017
16. Ancient River 8/1/2017
17. Anniversary 8/1/2017
18. Begane Grond 8/1/2017
19. Below Sea Level 8/1/2017
20. Burcu, Yonca And Defne 8/1/2017
21. The Magpie 8/1/2017
22. Holub 8/1/2017
23. SS Rotterdam 8/1/2017
24. ROTTERDAM GEMISI 10/16/2018
25. KÖRÜKLER 10/16/2018
26. TERLİK 10/16/2018
27. MIRAS 10/16/2018
28. CANBERRA GEMISI 10/16/2018
29. TEKİL 10/16/2018
30. DEYRULZAFARAN MANASTIRI'NDA 10/16/2018
31. FOTOĞRAF VE SAAT 10/16/2018
32. KIRMIZI TENTE 10/16/2018
33. APOLLO YILLARI 10/16/2018
34. AMSTERDAM'DA RAP 10/16/2018
35. MARTILAR 10/16/2018
36. UÇURUM 10/16/2018
37. KIZ KULESİ 10/16/2018
38. ELHAN-I ŞİTA 10/16/2018
39. ESKİDİ 10/16/2018
40. EN YAŞLI NEHRI DÜNYANIN 10/16/2018

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Travolators

My first plane ride, how can I forget it.
We showed our tickets and exited the gate,
my grandad on one side, my mum on the other,
a blue bus came along, then left us
right beneath the wing. I was eleven.
Our destination was fixed, as was our return:
we were off to spend a week in İzmir.

The second time, six years later, I remember too,
heading away to university, ticket in hand,
out there a new world awaiting me.
Now to get to the plane from the waiting lounge
you had to pass through travolators.
As if playing hop scotch I skipped along.

When I ...

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Travolators

My first plane ride, how can I forget it.
We showed our tickets and exited the gate,
my grandad on one side, my mum on the other,
a blue bus came along, then left us
right beneath the wing. I was eleven.
Our destination was fixed, as was our return:
we were off to spend a week in İzmir.

The second time, six years later, I remember too,

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