POEMS
we were fifteen
over the coffin
of the dead man
heave ho a bottle of rum
satan and drink
made us sink
heave ho a bottle of rum
you are
unforeseen unforgettable unbearable and deep
as roguish as a deckhand or the mustache of a sailor
the wind is blowing unconstrained from all sides
your centuries old pirate fate
is tattooed on your arms and on your boundless chests
angel-faced mermaids and slippery dolphins
in green and glittery speckles
so what you understand about this world
is the same what children understand
although time is getting older you are still a child
you are the ancient graveyard of pirates and sailors
you are the graveyard of hayrettin’s songs
with your majestic waves you are the big ocean’s
star studded multitudes of plankton life
skates and sea anemones
you are god and you contain countless other gods in your kingdom
the master skippers who ruled over the currents
some sailing north north-east some westward
there was a captain joy we buried him in the arctic sea
there was an andersen and a captain kidd
skippers salih reis burak reis memi reis
bursting in laughter together like canons in salvo
being tossed around and scattered
we died at a festival of giants
then the fish-garths in kushadasi and surmene
to be old and beautiful to defy memory to forget
all the stars but recognize the north star at one glance
then the italian fishermen with briny beards
then like in hell in tatters bit by bit
to enter a port where the fox spat copper
to go ashore feeling like the karakurum desert
and wretchedness of returning like a flood of wine
o my beloved times
the times when we sailed toward the south pole
from the terra del fuega
from the land of fire
“isn’t it a wonder that both the one who doesn’t know the world and the one who knows
talk about it.”
kefevî
1.
I have grown poisonous carnations
in the pots of my alienation
they had a peppery aroma
like a summer evening meal
on a rocky beach by the sea
2.
the mountains are hibernating
at a distance the wind caresses the trees
what passion whirls with the moths
in the dervish light of huge candles
in your eyes the enigmas of stars
in your mouth a jasmine stem
what are you musing about
with your rosary’s sparkling beads
as they roll on to the dark earth
the mountains are hibernating at a distance
the night is flawless with a copper moon
in an enchanted slumber the sounds of incesaz
the songs of bearded ottoman composers
played in hollow spaces
a world-weary
dainty hicazkâr
a frantic şataraban
and some nihavents that sparkle
like magic lamps
3.
I gathered the sunlight
from the reflection of the leaves
I saved it in the lens of my glasses
to light my nights
it smelled like burning cloves
4.
5.
those are the plane trees of rugged lives
smoky and hazy they are found
in the magnificent western horizons
when you look at them at a distance
you can’t make out whether they are clouds or plane trees
as soon as they loom up their mysterious leaves
they vanish behind a sheet of rain
a song in my heart
the same one I sang
the day I was arrested
the birds abandon the woods
dragging behind
their chirping like a swarm of sparks
and the water lilies smile
in their dreamy whiteness
with heavy sighing
a song in my heart
the same one I sang
the day I was arrested
a song in my heart
the same one I sang
the day I was arrested
7.
the icy brightness of the cold seas
where only erratic winds roam
and ghost ships whose crews are dead
seen through the icebergs
seem like silent fish
perhaps only the whistling of sails
and the albatrosses there
8.
appearing in the deserted quiet of distant shores
with their refined elegance
secretly gloomy
silvery herons
like fine brooches
birds’ hearts are under strain
with worries like humans
they may be feeling the approaching the storm
they may be getting old
they may not be able to fly any more
the sky is forbidden to them
ah if I could see
if I could see the dolphins with their bubbly gaiety
how docile they are
how serene
they are farmers of hope
doggedly roam the dark oceans
night and day
9.
the night is an owl of cloudy feathers
its quills are all grounded glass
its gaze is a window
perched on my right shoulder
outspread and huge
their slender necks reach out to all kinds of daydreams you think
they’re the red velvet holders of purple hubble-bubbles
when they open their wings the clouds change their colors
in their complicated feet they wear cloven slippers of lightning
they’re the birds of imagination elusive turn into dust when touched
to exist in freedom only is their most unforgivable crime.
for some reason fall is the time to think of one’s own death
the covering of the dead body by yellowed leaves
like a photo of a forgotten fight in the magazines
1.
those are the girls
with tired eyelids
and blue pulses
they search an alla turca tune
with languorous fingers in the keys of a piano
their continence has a somber elegance
those are the girls who live
with the memory of an unlived love
they are like ghosts
abducted from a dream
2.
those are the eyes that are wild
and terrible with the redness of fires
with their dark eyelashes
they thicken a bloody love affair
they are not eyes
but sprays of bullets
shot by the barrel of a gun
those are the eyes that are
the flame of the lighter
the tip of the poisoned dagger
they stand like a ruby chandelier in our loneliness
wherever we go they find us
they come
and they find us
3.
those are the summers that rise
from the sea with a golden haze
like the songs of love
every day one melody fades away
from our memory
a secret wind scatters
the purple sands of the beach
4.
those are the words that are bitter
crackling like iron whips
in the prison yards
those are the words at times
like a pomegranate tree in bloom
the light of the sea reflected
in a mountain’s horizon like mysterious knives
those are the words that are
the roses of fire
of an endless imagination
they are born and they die with the flutterings of butterflies
we carry those words in our hearts
like a loaded gun
until the day we die
for those words that we uttered once
we are prepared to die
“what I wrote and how you understood is a curious story.” muallim naci
A SONG IN MY HEART
those are the plane trees of rugged lives smoky and hazy they are found
you can't make out whether they are clouds or plane trees as soon as they 100m up with
their mysterious leaves they vanish behind a sheet of rain
a song in my heart
their chirping like a bunch of sparks and 'the water lilies smile
a song in my heart
a song in my heart
the weight of loneliness bear& heavily on the rushes because it cannot be stopped
only occasionally like a gilded thread ,-;- (, glisten the whistles of the invisible geese
welcome turk!... to your right and to your left water all over
your earth is trembling with a mad abundance
how much lead how much sulfur can you extract
your fingers draw wine if you stretch your hand
from the seeded grapes a vineyard full
a greenish olive oil is shining in many pots
the smell of the cottage cheese is for you to savor
many mountain goats are falling into your fire
drawing delicate crescents with their horns in the night
welcome turk... cloudy a bit dreamy perhaps
all your hopes are raised at once
you gave your name to this land and pledged your existence
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Sakarya – a river in central Anatolia