Those Furnitures From 70s Poem by Ulas Basar Gezgin

Sometimes those furnitures from 70s,
The divan, the bed, the chair, the table and most importantly, the mirror
Would step forward
Saying "we have lots of things to tell you".

Who resided here before me,
Who saw something other than himself on this mirror...
And this window... To what kind of a landscape it was opened
On rainy, cloudy times...

Sometimes that mental world
Appears to me as if there was neither the Sun nor the Moon.
Neither a slave to others nor a villain chaining others.
Neither deserted nor faded, no collapse either.

Of course there were deviations, but it is case for all the orbits.
It can be said that mergers and deviations became the new orbit.
Nevertheless, the world never span like in those days.
A mysterious formula was hidden in all stashes, in all Spanish trousers.

I had breathed that air, when I looked at the world the first time,
I was singing those airs, never caring about my age.
That is why there are still lots of things that that table would tell me, that bookshelf as well.
That is why I would never throw them away, they will stay here, as long as I am alive.


September 28-29,2014