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A picnic beside the Sweet Waters of Europe, the headwater streams flowing into the Golden Horn. From Hubanname ve Zenname, 1798. Istanbul University Library, T.5502
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze And the leaves on the trees Softly flutter and sway The bells of the water carriers incessantly ring; I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. --from I am Listening to Istanbul by Orhan Veli Kanik (1914-1950) |
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