Monthly Archives: April 2017

Pinwheel

From everywhere, the scent of roses, Drifting with the breeze from distant gardens. Winds from the west, north east, east and south Tempt my soul away. Where, I wonder, is the secret Spring? The wind, where does it get this … Continue reading

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Tropics

Already the solstice, I wait all alone in the bosom of a pitch-black night, Feeling, seeing, knowing, the tropics will come one day. All alone, in the bosom of a pitch-black night. Somewhere far away, suns rise, The tropics, I … Continue reading

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In the Rain

Let’s go to the forest, my friend; Sit down within the sounds of deer. Renewal, joy, harmony, Imagination, thoughts, put them aside, For the first time, let us just see. Like seagulls, in the rain. Melih Cevdet Anday (1915-2002). Yağmurun … Continue reading

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And What’s an Actor After All

And what’s an actor after all? While acting, we are. When no more, our voice just a nice sound in the sky. Fades away after a while. At most, we are pale visions in old programmes. I see you are … Continue reading

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By the Stove

One evening, a quiet knock on your door, Instantly, the furniture pulsates. You get up, leave your chilly pillows, Open the door with trembling hands. A familiar vision appears, Holding it by the shoulders, shake it; Even if just skin … Continue reading

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Offering

And years later dear Marya, Coal black, the sky, The earth spotless, If you happen to pass by “Another Life”, Time will have already left my eyes, Distance slipped out of my hands! But the poems, scattered All around, auction … Continue reading

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Marya

“Another Life” casino faded away, Songs faded away… Colours on my palette, on my brush, faded away. And tonight for the first time in the northern bay, The aria pouring out of the shutters of Peramos faded away… No crew … Continue reading

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