Monthly Archives: January 2017

Life

If a gust of wind blows open the door, Like bad news it frightens me. I look forlorn, My stars shattered. So painful, to possess to lose! To love the mortal, so dreadful! Life, a thread broken by a puff … Continue reading

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Poetry

The golden grain of our dreams, Sown, reaped in our hearts, Distress your brother, your daughter compassion, Our nights filled with your rich gleam. Fountain and talisman, the garden of stillness, The starry world of darkness; Beyond climes, eternal spring, … Continue reading

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A Long Narrow Road

On a long narrow road I journey day and night Don’t know how I am I journey day and night The moment I came into the world I began to walk Through a two-gate caravanserai I journey day and night … Continue reading

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The Hero of a Novel

It was raining on my tent, The wind was blowing from Saros bay. And I, the hero of a novel, On a bed made of hay, In the Second World War, Oil lamp at my bedside, Was trying to live … Continue reading

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Mirrors

In mirrors we imagine, Imaginings amuse us. Then the day comes We are tired of mirrors And mirrors are tired of us. As they and we suddenly Turn away from each other, We mysteriously disappear. İ.Galip Arcan (1894-1974). Aynalar. Translated … Continue reading

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Dancing in Andalusia

Castanets, shawl and rose. The power of dance in this garden cafe… Evening of passion, three times red Andalusia… In hundreds of tongues, the magic song of love. In castanets this evening, Spain, with all its joy. As if flourishing … Continue reading

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Olvido

Early evenings always are ungracious. Once the day’s pomp disappears And everywhere fills with our loneliness, In a scream of colours from our garden, From within our bag, a hand takes Lavender scented sorrows; Early evenings always are ungracious. Regrets, … Continue reading

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