Author Archives: hazinedar

Harpoons

Thoughts harpoon my heart, a pincushion, Where I stand feels on the edge of collapse… Necip Fazıl Kısakürek (1904-1983). Zıpkın. Translated from the Turkish. Advertisements

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Journey

To journey was always in my mind; This mad call within me, what does it mean? To fly, glide away, escape There, to the end of the sun. A hand slides the cushion from under me; Everyone is in bed, … Continue reading

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The Hidden

Let me be, don’t provoke the madness in me; Don’t ask me the hidden I too don’t know! Necip Fazıl Kısakürek (1904-1983). Gizli. Translated from the Turkish.

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Nature, My Room

I like living in the open, The year through. The green bosom of the fields, Their adornments. No roof over my head, Nature, my room. Just earth, no bed, The arch of the milky way. A single, slender feather, My … Continue reading

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Race

Truth changes before the sentence ends; To catch it, I run with all my strength… Necip Fazıl Kısakürek (1904-1983). Koşu. Translated from the English.

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Every night Old family photographs Tears

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Threshold

The constant flow, quiet, deep… At every mirror, only this face and The incurable melancholy of things. A world, in many layers, scattered by A moment prisoner in its own essence; Those that return to me From a faraway sleep … Continue reading

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