Oktay Rifat
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Orhan Veli Kanik
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| Born | July 10, 1914 Istanbul, Turkey |
| Died | April 18, 1988 Istanbul, Turkey |
| Turkish Literature |
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Oktay Rifat Horozcu (10 July 1914 – 18 April 1988), Turkish poet, writer and play writer who has been one of the forefront poets of modern Turkish poetry since late 1930's.
He is the founder of the Garip movement together with Orhan Veli and Melih Cevdet.
Rifat was a unique poet, standing outside the traditional poetic movements and creating a new movement.
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[edit] Life
He was born on 10 June 1914 in the city of Trabzon. He is the son of poet and linguist Samih Rıfat Horozcu.
He has graduated from Ankara Erkek Lisesi (Ankara Highschool) on 1932, and hold a Law degree from Ankara Üniversity.
He has been sent to Paris by means of the Ministry, however came back after 3 years without completing his PHD Degree in 1940 due to World War II.
He has moved to Istanbul on 1955, and started working as a legal adviser for the Turkish State Railways on 1961 and retired on 1973.
He has passed away in Istanbul on 18 April 1988.
[edit] Works
Oktay Rifat has started poetry when he was a student in his highschool- Ankara Erkek Lisesi-,his first poems have been published between 1936-1944 within the literature journel Varlık (Existence)
On 1941 together with his friends Orhan Veli Kanık and Melih Cevdet Anday, he has published the book called Garip where it has started the new movement called Garip movement.
Within his poems he has captured the daily life of average city people in a humorous way.
He has written several unforgettable poems where he used all the richness of his mother tongue Turkish
Oktay Rıfat also has published other books of theatre plays and novels.
[edit] Publications
- Garip (with Orhan Veli and Melih Cevdet, 1941)
- Yaşayıp Ölmek Aşk ve Avarelik Üstüne Şiirler (1945)
- Güzelleme (1945)
- Aşağı Yukarı (1952)
- Karga ile Tilki (1954)
- Perçemli Sokak (1956)
- Âşık Merdiveni (1958)
- İkilik (Aşağı Yukarı ve Karga ile Tilki'nin ikinci baskısı,1963)
- Elleri Var Özgürlüğün (1966)
- Şiirler (1969)
- Yeni Şiirler (1973)
- Çobanıl Şiirler (1976)
- Bir Cıgara İçimi (1979)
- Elifli (1980)
- Denize Doğru Konuşma (1982)
- Dilsiz ve Çıplak (1984)
- Koca Bir Yaz (1987)
- Bütün Şiirleri (1991)
[edit] Awards
- 1954 Yeditepe Poetry Award- by his book named Karga ile Tilki
- 1970 Türkish Language Instute Poetry Award - by his book named Şiirler
- 1970 Ankara ArtLovers Foundation Best Play of the Year and TRT Art Awards Competition Best Talent Award by his theatre play called Yağmur Sıkıntısı
- 1980 Sedat Simavi Foundation Award - by his poetry in the book named Bir Cigara İçimi
- 1984 Necatigil Poetry Award- by his book named Dilsiz ve Çıplak
- 1980 Madaralı Roman Award - by his novel named Danaburnu
[edit] Some of his poems
[edit] ONCE UPON A TIME
From behind each tree you appeared
in such great numbers that I felt alone,
and amid the gust of your mad movements
my laffer against the fortress whirled away.
I met you at the corner of each street,
you were so absent that I cried, lost myself.
Within clouds reminiscent of ancient seas
floated rocks gnawed down with your blood.
What a pity! You vanished in great numbers
as if coexistent with a time that never was.
I bent and picked up the sky from the ground,
the sky you had carelessly dropped, dropped.
Oktay Rifat
- Translated by Taner Baybars
[edit] To MY WIFE
You bring coolness to the halls
a sense of space to rooms.
To wake in your bed in the morning
gives me daylong joy.
We are two halves of the apple.
Our day and night
our house and home are one.
Happiness is a meadow.
Where you tread
it springs to life.
Loneliness comes from the road you go down.
[edit] WAITING
The woman looks out of the window
the man returns home
the child plays in the street
the clock ticks on the wall.
Evening is waiting at the door
a yellow evening, a good evening.
[edit] References
His poems in English -His Poems
More on his poems translated to English- His Poems
