Metin Sahin Poems

ı a m a man from a slum district
my pockets are empty and moneyı ess
in obligation
ı am a member of a fake syndicate
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COME...before the roses fade
Come... in the middle of the night
COME..stealhily..silently..gently and in feminine style
before the fire extinguishes slowly and slowly
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sometımes
the windows wear open curtains
sometimes
the windows
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Being a dervish is not easy
it is an iron nut
to be swallowed
or to be eaten
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Iam a poet
ı was born a poet
ı feel that frommy childhood
why the storks
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thanks GOD
rage and vengeance never conqured me
ı have never thought of being a governor
or a dı plomat
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it happened
on one tuesday evening
may be in autumn
in çankırı city in TURKEY
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Now we have reached for a new horizon
from now on
my beloved we are not alone
though the nights last long
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from the land of the mıgratıng birds
bring me message..oh the postman
from the wound of my love in my bosom
bring me a message postman
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