Tag Archives: Translated from the Turkish

The Sea

The sea dead calm. Fishing with a line, I was all alone, lonely like a bird on the open sea. Far away from the sorrows of the city, I touched the veil that separates mortal beings from the heavens. Murmurs … Continue reading

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Tragedies – III (chorus)

All of a sudden, everywhere, you are lonely And if this is frightening If even the smallest things are Like, you ask someone the time Or cross the street Talk to someone Looking around, lowering your voice If everyday you … Continue reading

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Wouldn’t I Know

All these words, what they mean to her, wouldn’t I know The words and within them the fluttering distances I wander all alone, not a single soul around The waterside, the country roads, all deserted I hear my breath now … Continue reading

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Tears in the Photograph

For life maybe one day For the days past You may seek consolation Look then at my photograph The tears shed The last thing for you from me Is a small photograph It couldn’t reply, but For your loneliness, it … Continue reading

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Crying Children

Children cry in houses with shuttered windows, Just as in rooms evening comes. Then glows before my eyes, A crumpled, tearful face. Whenever darkness covers the earth, Children’s great sorrow begins; Full of fear, their eyes look around: What if … Continue reading

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White Dove

Gliding from the blue sky towards the earth A white dove landed on my shoulder I held it in my hand, gently stroked and Caressed it, I relived my youth Pure white, so bright were its feathers If I opened … Continue reading

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Spanish Tavern

A bottle of wine on our darkened, wood table, A night of nights, we are so tired. And stone-drunk. Your hands in mine. In a Spanish tavern, a woman Sings, shouting and wailing. A ravaged woman, clearly. Quite ugly, not … Continue reading

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