The Garibaldi Days Poem by Volkan Hacioglu

'The heart has its reasons
Of which reason knows nothing.' - Blaise Pascal

Keep in thy mind that rebellious sun
Shining in a sapphire tear
Through a season free and easy
We look at the dawn of daylight
From the perspective of darkness
It is the most beautiful spring
Chevaliers of the Revolution
Sometimes Chagall, sometimes Kandinsky
A Lorca far away
The atheist storm, —
A handful of sweet basils
The African peach
And of course a breeze
Attempting to our silence
The fartest point of marble skies
“We live so high above the ground
Satellites surround us”
The den of baleful winds
Well that innocent girl
Who weeps for a historical rain
Where are those all?

Keep in thy mind that clouds
In a deep apperception
Human figures swimming in the sea of images
Phoenix on the bastion of İdeas
In the valley of shadows
The hour-glass of sky
Goes by flowing towards an obscurity
And taking away all the things with itself
Or an aerial mill, —
Under the heaviness of twilight
Grinding the Past, the Now and the Future
Into the Life, the Time, and the Universe
By turning all the way around
But ye may forget in an eventide
That you pass under the branch
Of a Judas tree adorned with purple flowers
Like an Arch of Triumph
Ye may forget why those people coming out
Of one another go at hammer and tongs
That bedlam on the earth,
Those graves got digged by the wolves
And the modern Hamlet tragedies
Baroque lonelinesses, Gothic fears
Red coated Hero of Two Worlds
The Garibaldi Days, —
And even the truth in your heart
All you may suddenly forget.

Then thou art in betrayal be up to that!