Adnan Özer

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Adnan Özer was born in Gazioglu/Tekirdag in 1957. He graduated from Istanbul University Journalizm Department in 1991. He founded Yeni Turkü, Üç Çiçek, Stüdyo İmge, and Era Publications and worked in Nokta, a weekly magazine. He also published several magazines such as Üç Çiçek, Stüdyo İmge, Fanatik, Düşler, and Düşler Öyküler with his friends. He was the chief editor in Gendas Publishing and E which was a monthly culture and literature magazine and also worked in Everest Publishing as an editor.)

The Best Poem Of Adnan Özer

Farewell To The Country

Tears used to have power;
we were men loaded with river, following trains of salt;
the dream would be revealed by the traces left by water drops in our shadow,
as the fetters of salt would come undone in water.

We would be ashamed, acquit ourselves of staying too long in the city;
we would consult the rain: how do we return home eastward bound?
how do we build a lantern out of our bones and fumigate
the purple bees of night when they come out of their hive?

If the night is barren: stars in our hair and rain once more in the eyes,
the lanterns burning like a yellow slice of time
(the candle burns, the oil wraps, the mud mummifies the soil),
the thorns hurt by the rose are as wounds in the blood...
a poor and native rumour behind us...

So we used to march out of range like fervent crops.
Wheat could become nothing but flour;
we were born by women cracking wheat,
those sages of crumb painting the sun gold on the stone,
our mothers with their cracked soles on roofs facing the moon,
our hot vineyard, smiling corn, pious onion shoots;
those soles, oh those soles and the way we deserted bricks...

Red earth and coarse hay, God's mortar
used to offer a yellow intimacy to cool homes
with the power of tears;
the rain would pass through the windows like a prayer;
an orphan would survive on what the had to offer...

What I mean to say is that,
tears used to have power.

Translated by Sehnaz Tahir

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