Tag Archives: Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı

Child in Love with the Sun

The child seen behind the window, Keeps pointing at the sun. The child thinking behind the window, Angry, punches it. The child waiting behind the window, Watches the sun through three seasons And longing for the sun in winter, Licks … Continue reading

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In the Gardens of Night

In the gardens of night, As stars twinkle sometimes, And sway Like ripened fruits, Those who see them Regretfully say, “I can’t reach them!” When you too feel This pain of regret, For a moment, alone, Shut your eyes: One … Continue reading

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Abide with Mysteries

Finally, the day is over; the awaited is here: The night, the night, as boundless as that within you, A night as rich as that within you. If truly Together with your dreams you long to live, Plunge into the … Continue reading

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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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