Metin Sahin Poems

floods...floods...floods
nature made disasters
and man made disasters
circle the mankind
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His mother has given birth to a boy for me
an eye browless..blond boy
lying in his swaddling clothes all in blues
a light ball..weighing three kilos
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the smoke
which is descending from the mountains
and scattering
is not the winter smoke from now on
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there is a bird in Erzincan province
no silver no silver on her wings
my beloved gone..never came back again
no hope of her returning from now on
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my dear comrades
send me only the books which write sadness
and then end at the end happily
let the aeroplane land on the airport safely
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ı do not like fake flowers
having no soul and odor
dry and like ice
they gaze with their icy..cold eyes
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Jackal..howled with a long breath into the air
and wove into the night its voice like a tolling knell
wavering from the mountains onto the plains
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we were the three...Bedirhan..Nazlican and me
three mouthes, three hearts, three sworn bullets
our names were written on the mountains
and on the rocks as trouble
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outside
the birds are singing
the mountains crimson and bare
the fish-bones of the poplars
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you look lıke a scorpion my friend
you live cowardly ın darkness like a scorpion
you look like a sparrow my friend
you are in the haste of a sparrow
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