Happy September 9th,
100th Anniversary of the day,
when the flowers started to bloom again
in the mountains of İzmir!
🇹🇷⛰⛰🌸🌺🌼
“
İzmir, which is very valuable from various points of view, could not be left in the hand of the enemies and as a matter of fact, it was not...
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("Çeşitli görüş noktalarından çok değerli olan İzmir, elbette düşmanların elinde bırakılamazdı ve nitekim bırakılmadı...”)
Mustafa Kemal Atatürk
A.E.Housman/ A Shropshire Lad
The happy highways where i went
And cannot come again.
(Geçip gittiğim neşeli yollardan
Artık geçemem bir daha asla.)
Rory Gilmore Kitap Listesi
1.) 1984 - George Orwell ✅
2.) Huckleberry Finn'in Maceraları - Mark Twain ✅
3.) Alice Harikalar Diyarında - Lewis Carroll ✅
4.) Kavalier & Clay'in Maceraları - Michael Chabon
5.) İnsanlık Suçu - Theodore Dreiser
6.) Angela'nın Külleri by Frank McCourt ✔️
7.) Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy ✅
8.) Anne Frank'ın Hatıra Defteri -
'in all honesty, i want to die.'
leaving for good after a good long cry,
she said: 'we both have suffered terribly,
but, sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.'
i said: 'go with my blessing if you go
always remembering what we did. to me
you have meant everything, as you well know.
'yet, lest it slip your mind, i shall review
everything we have shared - the good times, too:
'you culled violets and roses, bloom and stem,
often in spring and i looked on as you
wove a bouquet into a diadem.
'time and again we plucked lush flowers, wed
spray after spray in strands and fastened them
around your soft neck; you perfumed your head
'of glossy curls with myrrh - lavish infusions
in queenly quantities - then on a bed
prepared with fleecy sheets and yielding cushions,
'sated your craving...'
Only now I see the parallel between him and the tree. Both unfeeling. Both alone. At least the tree has hope to bloom again. Hardin does not.
a ripe red apple grows, the hihgest of them all,
over the treetop, way up on a tapering spray,
but apple-gatherers never see it - no,
rather, they do see it is far away,
beyond their reach, impossible.
this matter stands just so.
a hillside hyacinth shepherds treaded flat,
a red bloom in the dust - it is like that.
'maidenhead, maidenhead, where have you gone?'
'i shall never, ever join you again.'