sometımes
I recall the best expert poet yahya kemal
of the OTTOMANS
I see him in a window-shop
...
the warrior of the eternal youth
obeyed his mind throbbing in his heart
and so
one day in JULY
...
you used to bloom
in my solitude...in my loneliness
blue and green
you used to bloom
...
all the horizons are held in military barracks
all the four disrections, the sixteen winds
and the seven climates and the five continents
are all underneath the whlte heavy snow
...
welcome you..my woman..welcome
you must have been tired
how can I wash your tiny and lovely
feet
...
ı would like to die before you die
do you think that
the one who comes after
will find the one who has gone before
...
have you ever cried thinking you are forgotten
have you ever awakened in the middle of the night
and held of the booze glasses in haste
in your helplessness
...
a day in january
in winter with hoary and grey clouds
the hoary thistles in the garden up over there
the hoary thistles with hoary poppies
...
OH! let the lighting clouds come instantly
from the snowy summit of the Mount Stake
and let the scythe
come into the blonde hair of the wheat scything
...
there were six women in front of the ıron gate
five of them were sitting on the ground.one of them standing without haste
there were eight chidren in front of the iron gate
...