Daily Archives: May 1, 2009

If you can keep your head when all about you

yellow tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival

yellow tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

They shut the road through the woods

black tulips and orange tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, Pentax 10d, İstanbul

black tulips and orange tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, Pentax 10d, İstanbul

The Way Through the Woods

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods. . . .
But there is no road through the woods.

Rudyard Kipling

daily faces

visitors in Anadolu Kavağı, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

visitors in Anadolu Kavağı, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

 

 

I drink streamwater and the air

I drink streamwater and the air
becomes clearer and everything I do.

I become a waterwheel,
turning and tasting you, as long
as water moves.

Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

from Open Secret: Versions of Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks / Translated by John Moyne

When that I was and a little tiny boy

Yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

When that I was and a little tiny boy

When that I was and a little tiny boy
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still ‘had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world began,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.

William Shakespeare

pink tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009

Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

You start dying slowly if you do not travel,

Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

You start dying slowly

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life
when you are not satisfied with your job,
or with your love,
I you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

Pablo Neruda

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

for the first time, there wasn’t one single eye on the earth

Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Microcosm

When the starlight flowing into my eye like a golden drop
Pierced the darkness
of space
for the first time,
there wasn’t one single eye on the earth
looking into the sky . . .
The stars were old,
the earth was a child.

The stars are far from us
but so very far
so very far . . .
Our world is small among the stars
but so very small
so very small . . .

And Asia
is one fifth of the world,
And India
is a country in Asia,
Calcutta is a city in India
Banerjee is a man in Calcutta . . .

And I am bringing you the news:
In India
In the city of Calcutta
they stopped on his way
A man who was walking
and they chained him.

And I don’t bother anymore
to lift my head toward the bright skies.
If the stars are far,
if the earth is small
I don’t care at all
I don’t mind . . .

I want you to know that I find
more astonishing
more powerful
more mysterious and gigantic

THIS MAN
stopped on his way
and chained.

Nazim Hikmet

When we two parted In silence and tears

Istanbul Tulip Festival, Black tulips and Yellow Tulips, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Istanbul Tulip Festival, Black tulips and Yellow Tulips, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

When we two parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow–
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o’er me–
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well–
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met–
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?–
With silence and tears.

Lord Byron

yellow-red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009

yellow-red tulips, İstanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul Lale Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

yellow-red tulips, İstanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul Lale Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d