This Lovely Weather Has Brought On My Ruin...

I wish I could take credit for that blog post title, and especially for the poem that follows it, written by Turkish poet Orhan Veli Kanik (c. 1945). In fact it is one of the few pieces of literature I've committed to memory.

This lovely weather has brought on my ruin.
One fine day like this I quit
my job at the Pious Foundations Agency.
It was in such weather I got used to smoking
And on a day like this I fell in love.
It was on such a day that I forgot
to take home bread and salt.
Time and again on days like these
my verse-making disease has recurred.
This lovely weather has brought on my ruin.

Every spring, I gratefully share Mr. Kanik's moment of weakness, which is why I am now forgiving of winter.