Monthly Archives: November 2017

Where?

Posted on November 24, 2017 by hazinedar

Open sea, Two chairs on the sand. Your hair, wet; mine dry, can’t be. We laugh. The sea, your feet; no, the waves. Moonlight; daylight. Let’s go! Where? Swim. We do… M. Şeref

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A New Day

Posted on November 23, 2017 by hazinedar

Heavy as lead, My eyes opened slowly this morning. Hello world. Dove at my window, wooden table, empty bottles, My dear dog Çomar, hello. Sweet neighbour Ayşe teyze*, Retired teacher Salih, friends, A new day is born. Hello. It’s freezing … Continue reading →

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Yellow Van

Posted on November 14, 2017 by hazinedar

Are you in the air, little yellow van? Or are you on a bridge as thin as a hair? Weren’t you beneath the sea blue? Out now, how come? The sky, orange and red; Dove grey and violet, the earth. … Continue reading →

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Waters of Sleep

Posted on November 6, 2017 by hazinedar

In the foam of the last ebbing wave The cave of tales suddenly unlocks, Set aflame, shining in the half light, Fish swim in waters of sleep. Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar (1901-1962). Uyku Sularında. Translated from the Turkish.

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Two Trees Alone

Posted on November 2, 2017 by hazinedar

By a strange waterside, two trees; Young, lively, kindly… They have something to say; but Stay always silent – dead or alive. Yet after sunset, towards the stars The way they sway Crystal clear Is what they have to say … Continue reading →

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