Metin Sahin

Freshman - 581 Points (28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)

Station - Poem by Metin Sahin

train station
in the middle of the wilderness
sun snows and rains on its british roof
there is a wooden wagon
on its switch rail
and besides it there is a lone willow tree
our limbs
our arms
our heads
and our hearts
bind and link us to the world
but the railways bind the station to the world
a woman
black eyed
her age cannot be guessed
her head cover green
settles her head on the window
looks at the two men
sitting under the willow tree
they were silent... not even.. talking with each other
the statıon master is half blind
one eye cannot see
and the switchman is crippled
one foot lame
and the bumpers of the wagon on the switchrail
are broken too
the two men
were not recruıted to the army
the woman with the green head-cover smiled at the two men
they were the rage of her eyes
and the pain of her flesh
the blind was her husband
and she sometimes slipped to the bed of the lame stealthily
they were the three in the wilderness
they looked like the wooden wagon forgotten on the switchrail
ıt was impossible for them
to stretch their arms to other lands
to see other arms and other lands
they could not afford to voyage
with the missing feelings of seeing the missed
and the beloveds
the eyes of the two men were ruthless
their hands coarse and thick
there were the signs of the jackals and the foxes
in their traditions
they carry the endless lying dead ground in their flesh
and their hearts bleeding their flesh
wre like the thorny worts of the wilderness


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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