Reading/video of a short poem by Nazim Hikmet, poet and political prisoner in post-WWII Turkey.
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Showing posts with label Turkey. Show all posts
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
"Heraclitus," by William Conroy
Two-stanza poem about the philosopher (c. 535-475 B.C.) who believed the universe was made of fire and changed constantly. He's also given credit for the admonition, "You can't step in the same river twice" [because the river constantly changes form]. Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote a poem called "That Nature Is a Heraclitan Fire," managing both to agree with Heraclitus and to assert the Judeo-Christian God's supremacy. Heraclitus lived in area called "Caria," so the speaker of the poem calls him "my Carian guest." The area was in what is now Turkey, and it was controlled by Persians at the time. This poem is very pro-bird.
link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ARAfSswCGk
link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ARAfSswCGk
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Istanbul
In that city, small shops
formed hives of work and talk
and tradition. Birds whirled,
wheeled in flight, dove above
dusty trees at dusk. Voices
called, young and old. There
was the voice of the boy in
the alley calling for his friend,
"Ahhhhh-maaaad!" There were
the voices of the calls
to prayer. That city was a place
of tough vitality. Ferocity
and beauty shone in dark eyes.
Oh, yes, we recalled that
James Baldwin loved it here.
There was a seduction of breezes
after the sun went down. In that
city, acres of red-tiled
roof-tops accepted light and heat,
and people there accepted
their lives, their condition--
for the time being.
Hans Ostrom 2013
formed hives of work and talk
and tradition. Birds whirled,
wheeled in flight, dove above
dusty trees at dusk. Voices
called, young and old. There
was the voice of the boy in
the alley calling for his friend,
"Ahhhhh-maaaad!" There were
the voices of the calls
to prayer. That city was a place
of tough vitality. Ferocity
and beauty shone in dark eyes.
Oh, yes, we recalled that
James Baldwin loved it here.
There was a seduction of breezes
after the sun went down. In that
city, acres of red-tiled
roof-tops accepted light and heat,
and people there accepted
their lives, their condition--
for the time being.
Hans Ostrom 2013
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