Tag Archives: Ahmet Kutsi Tecer

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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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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Clearly

Clearly, death will come to me one morning. As the first light enters fearfully through the window, Reach out, lower my bedside curtain. Leave the candle just as it was in the evening . Then in slippers run, give the … Continue reading

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Where Are You ?

A sound at night wakes me, I shiver: — Where are you? Searching for it for years, I am in love with this sound that calls. It drags me aimlessly at times, Merging with winds, disappears. Follows me sometimes, Crying … Continue reading

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