i was a heedless child
i was lulling myself to sleep
at a house with its ceiling playing many movies
i have hidden inside my thirsty darkness for years
i have grown from outside in
and i have shrank from inside out
but one morning the seed cracked
i walked to the water of my essence
after i put on the magical amulet around my neck
i turned back to a mecca of poetry
and i settled on the inviting mirror
of a whistling mirrored poplar
the poplar told me not to search for things anymore
turn back and look in my mirror!
do not forget that the house
with its ceiling playing movies does not exist anymore
there are no sweet basil and no cats
the objects walked away
they are now the travelers for eternity
don’t you dare
to say that sorrow suits one
do not believe the poet, and shelve the blues
hang a hopeful smile on your neck
go out
put on your wings again
find familiar stairs for yourself
look! the mediterranean is under your feet
dip your hands into the sea, and smell the taurus mountains
forget the hussy cities
where the red passes through
those cities are non-existent anymore
they have never come into being though
go see your dream in your own town
and the teeth of life yellowed with chew stick
take out your shackles
remove your old bandages! wake up the salamander
just so you know! no wound would forget about
the hand that twisted the crust…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol