Fine Days Poem by Orhan Veli Kanik
Fine Days
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)
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
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!
The intention is achieved and that matters first of all.5 Stars Full.Enjoyed the poem ardently.
This kind of poem has woken me up, warning me about the fine days 😑
Great poem. These are the days when nothing seems to go right! Very nice expressions!
True sensitive poem so well captured.5 Stars full. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem. Congrats being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day
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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11/3/2025 8:28:50 PM # 1.0.0
really nice poem. It explains one of are days as humans.