Ahmet Muhip Dıranas Poems

These evenings are always rude.
Once the day has gone with its reign
Filling every place with our loneliness
From our garden in a burst of color,
A hand starts to take it out of our bundle
Their sorrows smelling like lavender flowers;
These evenings are always rude.
Waves of regrets attack
Forget that bronze will force your door
And the soul is riddled with arrows;
Here you are, suddenly in the old house where you were born,
The lamp and the ladder are waiting for your way,
The cradle creaks with silent lullabies
And the lost, the defeated, the sad...

All the poems of Ahmet Muhip Diranas, the poet of Olvido and Fahriye Abla, one of the greatest masters of Turkish poetry...

"Ahmet Hamdi, Yahya Kemal, Ahmet Hâsim.
Divan and all French poetry became a basis for Ahmet Muhip. Ahmet Muhip benefits from the experiences of the past with great mastery and finesse. He organizes everything he knows skillfully - intuitively - and composes his poetry without making mistakes. He is, so to speak, a terrible observer of poetry."
(From the Promotional Bulletin)



Number of Pages: 170

Year of Printing: 2016


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Everest Publications

Cover Design: Beste Dogan

First Printing Year: 2015

Number of Pages: 170

Language Turkish