desert holds its peace, i take out an oasis out of me
my hand clutches my other hand… T. Uyar
Uyar, he did talk about galleys
somehow he couldn’t capture and take out love
out of much frequented bars
i was saying hurricane though. while
i was entrusting myself to a mute drunk
yes, it was such a call of homeless
to trip somebody up was to shatter and to go to pieces
or else to snatch the mirror from the giant’s hand and escape
wearing thin and streaming into a night turned from the day
rainbow was meant to dissolve without settling down
probably to fall on the speckled face of the strawberry after turning to a moon
was for fleeing not to see the crack on your face anyway
i know, it is possible that the poet replaced trouble with hope
he would lean his mouth against a dry fountain
as the desert vultures were dancing the halay
the water would get muddy and tough
he would call from
the most snuggly places of a woman.
the horse tucking into the hay
in her Cemal, as her breath turning into a red bird
oh it did not work. now i feel more pity for myself dear poet
i transformed into a drunken murmuring of a brown skinned cat
i set fire for the water. i lay down on the bench for the dead
come on my poet. hold my hands, with you, let us
enter an egg shell left from a newly hatched chicken
let us shut our eyes to a white illusion
i don’t know what you have to say?
they say it is only for two days
the butterflies will have this much time to live
i didn’t believe. i opened the window and
raising my head i took a look at your sky-station
and i did look at it. a god confidently nodded his head
i believed. i did believe but…
Uyar, anyhow you give me
a cheap daze
give me a knife’s handle nailed with brass
let this handleless dagger shoot forth in my hands
pain which sits inside us
the same pain anyway…
Translated by Mesut Senol