Poem

I’M LISTENING TO ISTANBUL

I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman’s feet begin to dabble in the water.
I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;
I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy since bygone bacchanals,
A seaside mansion withm dingy boathouses is fast asleep,
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It’s a rose I guess.
I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
A bird flutters round your skirt;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart’s throbbing.
I’m listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes

“Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle’s compass come;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me prov’d,I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.”

It was many and many a year ago,   In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may know   By the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thought   Than to love and be loved by me.*I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee—With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me.

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