Hanging around on the Bridge,
Gleefully I watch all of you...
Out there, some of you row backward
Or pick mussels off the buoys;
Some clutch the rudders of barges
Or catch the ropes on the dock,
And the birds in flight, like poems,
And the glittering fish;
Then the ferryboats and floats,
Clouds drifting in the air,
Tugboats with funnels lowered
Glide quickly under the Bridge;
The Galata Bridge
Orhan Veli
