Connecting Izmir

Connecting Izmir via trams, buses, cars, bicycles and… and words.

(Photos are my own photos)

"Every morning

the world is created.

Under the orange

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again.

and fasten themselves to the highest branches

and the ponds appear

like block cloth

on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.

for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit

carries within it

the thorn

that is heavier than lead-

if it’s all you can do

to keep on trudging

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted

each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly,

every morning,

whether or not

you ever dared to be happy,

whether or not

you ever dared to pray. "

(Morning Poem by Mary Oliver) Link: http://www.michaelppowers.com/wisdom/morningpoem.html

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both.

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair

And perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference…"

(The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost) Link: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken

"One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice

though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.

It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.

But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,

that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,

determined to do
the only thing you could do –

determined to save
the only life you could save. "

(The Journey by Mary Oliver) Link: http://www.thepoetryexchange.co.uk/uncategorized/the-journey-by-mary-oliver/

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Hi RadieN, thank you for your reply sincerely!

In order not to make plagiarism, I have written down the name of the poems and their poets. Actually I see this as a contribution to their art and I want to admit that I respect them a lot.

Can you check my blog again? I created this in this way since I like using poems with my photos very often and the poems are the DNA of this post.

Simply I’m asking your permission to publish it because poets names are given.

Cheers.