Would you bestow us a couplet from your favorite poem?

Question

Despite my coarse looks, I enjoy a few poems, too. Here's one:

A voice troubles my sleep some nights,
A shiver runs through me: "Where are you?"
I have been looking for him for years,
I'm besotted with that voice calling me.

(Geceleyin bir ses böler uykumu,
İçim ürpermeyle dolar, "Nerdesin?"
Arıyorum yıllar var ki ben onu,
Aşığıyım beni çağıran o sesin.)

Which is your favorite?

Ahmet Kutsi Tecer:

http://ari.cankaya.edu.tr/~figen/siir-2.htm

Hay Allah. Bak şimdi. Kendimi sevdirmek için o kadar uğraştıydım halbukiysem. Niye "haz etmedin" ki benden şindi, Teocum? İstersen kilo bile verirdim.

Kayboldu çocuk iyi mi? Pembe elbisemi mi beğenmedi acaba?

Answer 1

My favorite is this;

http://www.jayhun.net/my

Answer 2

I have many fav poems but here is one:

Felek ne kadar kahretse kalbimize
zaman zaman hatırladığımız olur
hangi dilber ilk aşkı tattırdı bize,
bir hatırayla yaşadığımız olur.

Ah o yaz gecesi o mehtap, o havuz
balkonundan gül atan cömert sevgili
aşkınla deli divane olduğumuz
sarmaşığa tırmandığımızdan belli.

Belki bu gün bu yerde tekrar olunmaz
ilk aşk gecesinin masum yeminleri
fakat nerde ilk öpüşün verdiği haz
saadet bilmiyorum o hazdan gayri.
Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı.

one more (just a few lines)
sen yağmurda ıslandın mı hiç
ıslak dudaklarında
acıbadem bir türkü
bakışların
yağmur ötesine uzandı mı hiç
güneşi görmek için
eskimo hasretliğince...
ben
kutuplarda kaybolmuşum,
sen güneş tanrısının kızı...
Mustafa Anlar

Answer 3

The Lake by Poe

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then–ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love–although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Answer 4

Much Madness is divinest Sense—
To a discerning Eye—
Much Sense—the starkest Madness—
’Tis the Majority

Emily Dickinson

Answer 5

I agree with Nancy that the closing couplet is anticlimactic, but I think it still works; the Elizabethans called this style "a quite death". as it fades like a movie scene, and has the earlier thesis standing out.

Answer 6

Hear the whisper of that faraway
place that birthed us yesterday.
There is hope and there is laughter.
We will share a moment after
we return this too-short time we borrow
and linger on that sweet tomorrow.

Answer 7

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

.....

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

Answer 8

Just living is not enough, said the Butterfly.

One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

- Hans Christian Anderson

Answer 9

En güzel deniz henüz gidilmemiş olandır,

en güzel çocuk henüz büyümedi,

en güzel günlerimiz henüz yaşamadıklarımız,

ve sana söylemek istediğim en güzel söz,

henüz söylememiş olduğum sözdür...

Nazım Hikmet

The most beautiful sea :
is the sea which is not reached yet.
The most beautiful child :
hasn't grown yet.
The most beautiful days of ours :
are those which we didn't live yet.

And the most beautiful word I want to tell you is the one I havent told yet..

Answer 10

Those beautiful people
Rid those beautiful horses
And went away.

O güzel insanlar
O güzel atlara
Binip gittiler...

Actually it is not a poem but the opening and closing sentence of Yahya Kemal's Yusufcuk Yusuf novel but I love it.

EDIT: ÇETİN, of course it is Yaşar Kemal.. Where did the name Yahya Kemal came out, I have no idea :)) Thank you for correcting my typo :)

Answer 11

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