作者: U. Ozdag
DOI: 10.1093/ISLE/IST003
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摘要: Say Istanbul and I think of A colossal fishing weir One stretch a rust-colored web Pulled tight at Beykoz Another sagging Fenerbahce Forty blue tuna in the Wheeling like forty millstones When you say mean Blue king fish Shot through eye with Mauser Sea-fans uprooted sea The bowl blood now glass-green water turbid In blink an Bedri Rahmi Eyuboglu, from “Istanbul Destani” [“Istanbul Saga”], 242