Not Anything Of Me Poem by Metin Sahin

you are not anything of mine
lesser than the things ı write
are you not anything or something else for me
I am not sure..I do not know
whiter than what is needed
you are not anything of mine
your being or not being is not known
you are on the old harbour may be
how you are a star shining in my darkness
you drew with your lips on the window-glass
in the hotels of the fall mostly
searching the sleepness of a college girl
how ugly is her loneliness
may be lethal
at dawn may be her cowardice be much lethal too
her ears on the telephone bells
which are going to ring
when will they ring nobody knows
you are not anything of mine
whom I never made love with
still you are on a blank page of an unwritten novel
are you nothing of mine
I still do not understand..I still do not know
even the very screams cannot delet or erase
already you are not seen from the window of a leaving train
my love...you are like a strange song
like trre dampened with rain
are you nothing or something else for me
I call for in the middle of my sleep..in the middle of my dream
with my childish voice..crying
tell me my love
do you still insist on being nothing to me

Atilla; İ LHAN..Translated to English by Metin SAHİ N