One of the most important names of the modernist Turkish poetry movement, the Second New, Cemal Süreya has written countless poems throughout his life and enriched our literary world with his works and translations other than poetry. Let’s take a closer look at some of the best poems by Cemal Süreya and embark on a journey with the master’s magical pen.
The name Cemalettin Seber, born in Erzincan in 1931, will not sound familiar to anyone, but his signature on his works is the name of Cemal Süreya It will shake our hearts. Because Cemal Süreya wrote countless poems until he passed away on January 9, 1990. As one of the most important names of the Second New movement, which is defined as the modern Turkish poetry movement, he has his name written in our literary history.
Cemal Süreya is not only a poet but also a writer and translator. He produced many works in different genres and enriched our literature by bringing nearly forty French works into our language. Of course, many readers know him not for his other works and translations, but for his masterful poems. Bride Let’s take a closer look at some of the best poems by Cemal Süreya and let’s go on a journey with the magic pen of the master.
The most impressive Cemal Süreya poems:
You are my life or death: I know it’s going to you
I know the roads to you are closed
Besides, you never loved me either
How close and abyss;
People, houses, like walls between us
I woke up, I always thought of you
Only you, only your eyes
You Miss Finally, you are my life or death
I’m not a man anymore since I fell into this trouble
Now I’m running around like a dog
Otherwise I’m a proud person, believe me
I don’t remember drinking from a half-full glass
And bread cut from the heartbreaking edge
How many times have I looked at you from afar on the 5.45 ferry;
Whatever song I hear, it’s like it was sung for us
How one sided love makes a person stupid
How could I forget that you love someone else
I have made childish and upsetting attempts;
forgive me it won’t happen again
I’ll do my best not to run into
It’s not that easy though…
I get used to caressing you only in dreams;
The happiness it brings is not less.
I’ll be out of this city, if not yet,
Ignorance has a name, maybe it has a meaning
Believe me, I won’t show it, I won’t bother you at all,
Now I can say my last request:
I’m writing this letter at midnight
I beg you don’t read it on wednesdays
A sky as if to split in two: Love…
Now you get up and go. Go.
Would your eyes stop, they go as well. Let them go.
But you know I can’t do without your eyes
But God knows we woke up well today
It was for love, the first opening of our eyes was just approval
A bird had perched on my fingers and sang for a long time.
A love affair came and never left again
Our poverty in the previous days was not there yesterday
As if it never happened
However, my heart was beating right there.
Here are the neglected blue, well-spoken Istanbuls in your eyes
Here too, your flesh was growing, as you touched, your words became the world’s
Loving was so corrective, so fulfilling
While it’s raining on the Karaköy bridge
If they let go, the sky would split itself in two
Because we were two
However, a glass of water was enough to wet your hair.
We were satisfied with a slice of bread and a couple of olives.
If I kissed you once, the two of them would remember
If I want to kiss you twice, your neck is bent
Where your face ends and your body begins
You had breasts, your breasts were heroes then
The aftermath is beauty.
Not except Africa: Üvercinka
Thus, once again, we are necked by their numbered places
This is your longest neck to hold on or not give up hope
We are on a tram going from Laleli towards the world.
How come you suddenly touch my heart
But how come you don’t touch my heart
Making love takes effect once again
on all landmasses
including Africa
You know how to think clearly, don’t be missing
As long as you know how to sleep in bed
Dear God, it’s a sin to sleep with you, what else?
It’s like it’s in vain that your hair has grown so long
I have never seen such vibrant hair in my life.
A separate heart beats inside each string
for all landmasses
including Africa
You have a mood that’s what really surrounds me
It takes on more value with it to breathe
He’s right because he’s hungry in the morning
Nice that it saved your day
Beautiful like many flower names
Blooming with the most recognizable reds
on all landmasses
including Africa
We drop verses together but good but bad
I say your neck, no one can evaluate your neck as much as me
If we say one more line, everything will be alright.
We don’t take two more steps they hold us
So they catch us one more time and shoot us
They’re shooting us from morning to night anyway.
on all landmasses
including Africa
It’s the right time to talk about your courage here.
Joining the song of freedom in the crowded streets
She was brave like the sultan, there is no attractive touch woman
I think of you holding a glass
Evenings in Çiçek Pasaj
The real poverty begins after that.
on all landmasses
Except for Africa
Daylight haunting window: Darling Me Now
Darling I’m thinking of you now in a big city
A pale blue pen in my hand, two packs of cigarettes in my pocket
Our life is passing before my eyes
When we go out, drink water, kiss
“The ones we laugh at when I think of my tears”.
Flowers, flowers, I watered the flowers this morning
That smile doesn’t smile without you
The camel grass you put in the water at the window so that it can take root
It’s all so sad these days
A lush and exuberant daylight haunts the window
Plates on the table are joyless
the corridor is deserted
Towels alone in the bathroom
If you say kitchen – it’s messy and dirty
His fence is there, the bread box is empty
ventilator breathless
Carpets are dusty
My clothes are in the closet and here and there
Memo’s toy basket is asleep
Blue night light enthusiastic
The door says open me close me
Curtains are like snakes changing shirts
radio pattern mute
Stool refrains from chairs
The small room is dark and desolate
Everything is waiting for you, everything is waiting for you
to come in
the touch of your hand
the touch of your eye
And everything repeats
i love you so much
A soft kiss: Beautification
Look, these are your hands, these are your feet.
These are so beautiful that
And these are your hairs unraveled from the evening
Look, it’s you, my child.
Since this is the bed, the one below us
You slept in my bosom until the morning
Look, I’m not lying, I swear
You’re so beautiful that it’s okay now
Look at the job, your eyes are here too
The corners of your eyes are used to living here
What would I do if you weren’t here?
Look, my child, your arms are bare at work.
Look, there are no secrets left today
Your eyes are open to me at eight in the morning
Half of what we have sinned
You look at these, these are your lips
They can talk, they can be kissed
I kissed you softly the first time I kissed you
We were on the ferry, the ferry was going to the shore
Istanbul was going three fathoms away
I kissed you softly lying down
Fish were flying right next to us.
It’s like rehearsing something: Two Hearts
The shortest path between two hearts:
lying down and at times
However, with fingertips
two arms.
I’m running up the stairs
To wait is your show of strength;
I came too early I can’t find you
It’s like rehearsing something.
The birds have gathered, they are migrating
If only for that alone I loved you.
Not to be forgotten: Close…
You are beautiful, my darling.
But very closely!
I kissed and kissed: Count
We sat in the moonlight
I kissed you on the wrist
Then I kissed standing
I kissed you on the lip
I kissed in the doorway
I kissed you on the left
There were children in the garden
I kissed your child
I took it home in my bed
I kissed you on the groin
We met in other houses
I kissed you to the marrow
I finally took it to the streets
I kissed you from the source
Leaving Afraid: I Read Novel I Thought About You
I have cinnamon and you smell linden
We walk the streets of the capital
A river that slurred saturday
Two chips on it: Wednesday and one Friday
Don’t talk about parting, darling
ahead of us is July, ahead of us is August anyway
We walk arm in arm and kiss a few times
Then we leave and we’re afraid
Sometimes why do we stand in the crowd
Sometimes we look for a corner
Do we have a job, let’s go to Akay if you want
If you want, waiter, let’s enter the casino in the first summer
Tuckshop! yell over there
Good luck – I guess – for the girl who lives in Emek
Brothers! Brothers! I’ll sell something
I’m out of handkerchief, don’t you have any paper napkins in your bag?
I ate ice cream for like three pesetas
I ate in Madrid, and kangaroos were flowing from the rooftops
in London
Do you love me, tell the truth but? – Cigaret?
What purple flesh do you have, does it burn?
Believe, you are like the minarets of Selimiye
Nirvana is reached in a different way every time.
Wrote but: I Don’t Write More Love Poem
He was the one, I recognized him at a glance
fly in terms of birds
Unexpected with child attitude
The moon extended my light to my darkness
Where did he extend his secluded neck?
She was the most beautiful woman in the world
Rumelia from head to toe, if you comb your hair
If he sits but he never sits
The blood woman was the wind of your horses
I always remembered what to live
Of course, where was his mouth the most?
Tuned to all sensitivities
Alhambra from the kind of kisses
In the boundless sea of your sheets
He used to come and go, his busy mouth
Oh now my eyes
It was a cry
I’m wearing a woman’s shirt
The blue of the day
The rooster of the night
One of the most important names of the modernist Turkish poetry movement, the Second New. We have listed some of the most impressive poems by Cemal Süreya. Of course, this list could have been much longer. You can share your favorite Cemal Süreya poem, which you want to be on our list, in the comments.