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| I received this poem which is called "Night" from Emine, my mother, when I was still in Istanbul, in March 1990. She was at the time in London and she'd sent the poem by post accompanied by a long letter. The poem speaks of the time when me and my mum met in Istanbul just before she came to England and ate fresh fish and bread sold by fishermen under the Galata Bridge. I was sixteen then. The historical Galata Bridge, unfortunately, doesn't exist now. |
| Aksam |
| Yuregim ozlem dolu, onu dusunuyorum |
| Londra'nin sisini parcaliyor askim |
| Guvercinler kanat cirpiyor penceremde |
| Vahsi dalgalardan kacan martilar |
| ve Halic'in kokusu doluyor odama |
| Balikcilarin cigirtkan sesi karisiyor |
| vapur duduklerine |
| Bir kadin aksam alacasinda |
| telasli ve umutlu... |
| Ceren surulerine karisiyor adimlari |
| Onaltisinda bir genc cocuk |
| Siliyor kadinin yagmur gozlerini |
| Bak iste mavi, mavi yarinlar diyor |
| Kopru altinda daginik meyhaneler |
| Bir bardak birada parlayan ve sonen umutlar |
| Sisli mi sisli bir Istanbul aksami |
| Ilk defa tadiyor cocuk |
| Kopru altinda baligin tadini |
| O gunden beri turku soyluyor balikcilar: |
| "Yasamak, koprude yenilen |
| ceyrek ekmek ici balik tadinda yasamak" |
| Emine Ozkaya |
| 9 Mart, 1990, Londra |
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