Fine Days Poem by Orhan Veli Kanik

Fine Days

Rating: 4.2


These fine days have been my ruin.
On this kind of day I resigned
My job in 'Pious Foundations'
On this kind of day I started to smoke
On this kind of day I fell in love
On this kind of day I forgot
To bring home bread and salt
On this kind of day I had a relapse
Into my versifying disease.
These fine days have been my ruin.

Translated by Bernard Lewis (1982)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gregory Kappos 09 December 2012

really nice poem. It explains one of are days as humans.

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Alistair Graham 22 November 2013

These fine nights have been the making of me: last night I drank glass after glass of red wine and puffed cigarette after cigarette; I ate blue cheese with crackers then another glass of wine, I almost didn’t make it into work this morning on time, but I’m fine

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Buyi Newton Philip 30 November 2013

its a charming POEM as all of us have got our days, and every event in our life is marked by our days good or bad. the intention of you writing this poem has been greatly achieved, Bravo!

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Bharati Nayak 02 January 2024

On this kind of day I started to smoke On this kind of day I fell in love On this kind of day I forgot To bring home bread and salt(Part-2)

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Bharati Nayak 02 January 2024

Somedays we succumb to our impulses and don't listen to our reasoning mind! Puffing the first cigarette is like experiecing the joy of freedom when one ignores the warnings and embracse it as a lifelong friend.(Part-1)

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Sylvia Frances Chan 02 January 2024

Congrats with the Modern Poem Of The day!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 02 January 2024

The intention is achieved and that matters first of all.5 Stars Full.Enjoyed the poem ardently.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 22 November 2014

Very truly said On this kind of day I had a relapse Into my versifying disease. These fine days have been my ruin...the reality about a poet

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