Tag Archives: Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı

That’s Youth

A voice everyday shakes my heart, Repeats, whenever the clock strikes: “What about your land, where is your harvest? Empty-handed, will you go into the night? You’re half way through life, just think! It comes and goes, that’s youth; Despondent … Continue reading

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What Have You Done, Mom?

Who told you to give birth to your baby, mom? Did I misbehave a lot inside your belly? I never asked you for crown or castle; Inside you I lived, I was happy enough. You gave birth to me, but … Continue reading

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Furniture

Furniture that takes Terrible shapes when night comes, Furniture that makes me Shiver, fear, Furniture that watches me As I lose my temper, Furniture whose eyes stay on me Till the morning, You could have told me, – Your secret … Continue reading

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Memories

I wonder, memories, What you want from me, When spring comes? Why flap wings, Tap the window, O old memories? Do not imagine roses bloom, It is not the nightingale that sings, This is a different wind. What do you … Continue reading

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I Know a River

I know a river That quietly runs; Day-time sees the sun, Night-time, the stars. Spring on both sides, Rainbows, its bridges. Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı (1910-1956). Bir Nehir Bilirim. Translated from the Turkish.

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After Death

We died, with expectations from death. The spell was broken in a vast void. How could you not remember that song, Cluster of branches, feather, patch of sky. We were used to being alive. No longer any news from that … Continue reading

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Good News

It was birds who gave me the news, birds. Something is about to happen. The sun as we wish will rise, We humans will be full of smiles. At last, rivers will be in their beds, Wolves in their dens, … Continue reading

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