Monthly Archives: May 2008

Well, let it take them !

yellow tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

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Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

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Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will,
Or Hatim call to Supper-heed not you.

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With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot-
And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne!

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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

13

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

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Look to the blowing Rose about us-“Lo,
“Laughing,” she says, “into the world I blow,
“At once the silken tassel of my Purse
“Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.”

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And those who husbanded the Golden grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn’d
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes-or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face,
Lighting a little hour or two-is gone.

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

My Suggestions for May-2008

  1. Old House in Zeyrek
  2. Cibalikapi and Cibalikapi Police Station
  3. Green House
  4. window to the mystery
  5. In restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone in Karakoy
  6. Balat Streets in greens
  7. Fatih streets
  8. Zeyrek Streets in blue sky
  9. a hospital in Galata streets, love comes on strong
  10. Houses from Sogukcesme Street
  11. Sultanahmet streets to the sea
  12. Old House in Balat
  13. a street from Semsi Pasa , Üsküdar
  14. Old Fabric House in Zeyrek
  15. Old and new together in Zeyrek streets

my list for May-2008

  1. visit to friend
  2. German Fountain
  3. Visit to my uncle
  4. friend from Norway
  5. black tulips from Istanbul Tulip Festival 2007
  6. Handmade pink cotton candy seller
  7. Water tool
  8. Tulip celebration
  9. Nevizade street

I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.

You think you know the smile on her lips
The thrill and the touch of her fingertips
But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.

You think you’ll find heaven of bliss
In each caress, in each tender kiss
But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.

You stole her love from me one day
You didn’t care, oh, it hurt me
But you can never steal away memories of what used to be.

You think she’s yours, to have and to hold
Someday you’ll learn, when her love grows cold
But I forgot more than you’ll ever know about her.

Bob Dylan

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

tulips, red ones from Tulip celebration

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, Pentax K10D

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, Pentax K10D

They Went Home

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But… They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But… They went home.

My praises were on all men’s lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they’d spend one night, or two or three.
But…

Maya Angelou

tulips : single one and pinky from Istanbul tulip celebration

red tulip, istanbul tulip festival, pentax k10d

red tulip, istanbul tulip festival, pentax k10d

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul
When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.

Maya Angelou

Fatih Mosque garden


 istanbul

we’ll come from shadows

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

The Partisan

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I’ve lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I’m the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands e’taient chez moi, (The Germans were at my home)
ils me dirent, “Signe toi,” (They said, “Sign yourself,”)
mais je n’ai pas peur; (But I am not afraid)
j’ai repris mon arme. (I have retaken my weapon.)

J’ai change’ cent fois de nom, (I have changed names a hundred times)
j’ai perdu femme et enfants (I have lost wife and children)
mais j’ai tant d’amis; (But I have so many friends)
j’ai la France entie`re. (I have all of France)

Un vieil homme dans un grenier (An old man, in an attic)
pour la nuit nous a cache’, (Hid us for the night)
les Allemands l’ont pris; (The Germans captured him)
il est mort sans surprise. (He died without surprise.)

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

Leonard Cohen

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

pink tulip : She sees the sky look pale

pink tulip, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

pink tulip, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

pink tulip in green background, taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

DREAM LAND

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart’s core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

Christina Rossetti

tulips : purple batteries, every gun in place

yellow tulips and black tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow tulips and black tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

A Tulip Garden
Guarded within the old red wall’s embrace,
Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry
Wheels out into the sunlight. What bold grace
Sets off their tunics, white with crimson lace!
Here are platoons of gold-frocked cavalry,
With scarlet sabres tossing in the eye
Of purple batteries, every gun in place.
Forward they come, with flaunting colours spread,
With torches burning, stepping out in time
To some quick, unheard march. Our ears are dead,
We cannot catch the tune. In pantomime
Parades that army. With our utmost powers
We hear the wind stream through a bed of flowers.

Amy Lowell

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul