I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: First, a light wind blowing A soft wind swaying The leaves in the trees, And far off in the distance T...
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: First, a light wind blowing A soft wind swaying The leaves in the trees, And far off in the distance The tinkling cups of the water-seller; I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed. I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: Now the birds are passing In high clamoring flocks, Nets are pulled in at the fisheries, A woman's feet graze the water; I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed. I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: The cool covered bazaar, Mahmutpasha, the courtyards Filled with warbling pigeons, Hammer sounds from the docks, Smells of sweat in my lovely Spring wind; I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed. I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: An old world drunk in its head, A waterfront palace with a dark boat shed, The humming of the lodos ceases inside; I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed. I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: A pretty young girl walks by Chased by taunts, come-ons and curses, Something falls from my hand— Surely a rose; I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed. I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: A bird is fluttering in your skirts, Your brow is hot, I know, Your lips are wet, I know, I know, A white moon rises behind the pistachio trees— I understand the pounding of your heart; I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed.Orhan Veli Kanikhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-listen-to-istanbul/ Less