Category Archives: Poetry

Linden

I’ve begun to forget those places. Fading away, the road down to the sea. The house on the hill, The rounded tree above the yoghurt shop, The fish stalls in the market, They dim and then fade away. I seem … Continue reading

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I must write No falsehoods I must write No thoughts beforehand “Smoke from my cigarette Faithless, my beloved” I must write Not what I see on my desk Not my fingers I must write Grasp something inside Lower a pail, … Continue reading

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Bells, Drums

Ride your horses, besiege time With elephants, let cloud galleys come, Land on the lake with wild ducks. Bells, drums, sunny banners, Let the iron gate be thrown open with kisses, The blue roosters of May crow And the moon … Continue reading

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The Weeping Water

Earlier, he used to read a lot and write, too. Then, started travelling. From town to town. He sold flints for cigarette lighters, lottery tickets, Second hand books displayed on pavements, Belts displayed around his neck, Water as “weeping water”, … Continue reading

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Lines for a Friend

Wise are those who live in their memories, No longer seeking generosity from the coming days; Eyes always full of love and spring, They feel fate gave them happiness in life. If once the soul was in union with the … Continue reading

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Time

                                                                                          To Nermin Menemencioğlu (1910-1994)                                                             Writer, Painter, Pianist Like mist descending over a plain, Time spread through the room, the cuckoo clock chiming; Leaning back, looking through the window, pots of rose geranium on the sill She watched its … Continue reading

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Curtains

Curtains, always curtains… Everywhere, everywhere. At windows, doors, Doorways, arches… Curtains, always curtains… What about my loved ones, Where are they, where? No one in front of the curtain; They’re inside, inside! Curtains, always curtains… The real curtain is in … Continue reading

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