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NEW TURKISH POETRY
Come on, Wake upKadir Aydemir
I am looking at your photo
Your naked shadow
is a fluttering butterfly on the ground
The first night I woke up with you
The rain had started to speak
I had smelled your body
My flower of sleep,
As you combed your hair
I thought of flightless sparrows
Where now
Is your little mirror
That makes us forget everything?
Winter of Poetry
You are scattering dust on snow
the beak of a cloud cuts the writhing
worm
Think of all that happens
Understand the stalactite that is angry with the sun
Your Father is drunk, there is a coal truck in front of the house
Understand, your tears won't melt this snow.
REALITY AND COLD
I. Recalling
The belly of a cloud
billows with the strong wind
We hear the irregular
sound of a distant bell
Suddenly a sword: make the lightning
suffer
Where the sounds meet:
fields of desire
Bare rocks
reject the water with arrogance.
II. The Eye
Poplars, telegraph poles
the cricket
never stops
Olive tree surrounded with
crushed weeds
Everything is
furtive
And a robin
as if listening
to a conversation
Distant people
A palace of solid thorns
Pain:
on earth
and in the gatekeeper's face.
III. Comprehending
Solicitude:
slowness of the river
The sun
is about to set
The bird is making its nest
A grave:
tense texture of dark
Lost shadows
The wind immortalizes the birds
Mist
hides its cowardly face
Patient things
Courtesy of destiny.
IV. Ashes and Fire
Our dead,
ripeness of colours
in their orbits
Standing over there
as if freeing themselves of shame
Reflection of an infinite eye
An irregular sound
A hand holding a pigeon
A hidden harmony
An expanding universe in their mouths
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