I'm poet of the week of West Trestle Review. My poem "I look at the Istanbul with Drunk Ears" it's up at West Trestle Review, also been shared on their Google+, Facebook and Tweeter.
This road has been
intentionally brought here with the blue bus with the strange crowd of pigeons
And the impatience
of the shirt and the skirt and the boots
Something has
happened in the mirror what is the matter with you Istanbul?
You have put on
somebody and this is the scent of the beloved from your shoulders the scent of earth and geraniums
The evaporating
colourful scent.
O, City with the
eyes of the sea and colourful waves
Beyond the vapour
in your back, walls of swear words and love letters
What is the matter
with you Istanbul?
Where are we going
with my feet of bronze in the middle of the night?
With these sweet
smelling dead offering tea and cigarettes why are we sitting here?
I want to make
love to this stone man under the rain, o city
To sing barefoot
to Bokhara, to listen to the body of the poplars
The air is an
orchard of mint tonight
Do you hear?
- Your health your health!
How sweet is being
in love
These extravagant
hands these shops
The whirling Snow pomegranate blossoms
Storks in water
And in shirts shadow of a dark dance.
How did you find
this room?
I turned into
music with the scent of this bed and this quilt, did you know?
O, city, I know
the scratching of this line
These singing
umbrellas
Something has
happened to me with these clouds!
My eyes cannot say
Istanbul
My hands cannot …
Sheida
Mohamadi
Translated
by Dr. Farideh Pourgiv
Istanbul 25 November 2010
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