(The woman with doves)
white doves perched on the terrace
of the woman rearing collared doves
two eggs descended from the imaginary time
from the cycle of violin sounds
the woman smoking by looking at the birds
the doves by the bank of dreamy river
were zooming their cameras in the sky
they were watching the smoking woman in joy
cigarette butts were at the heart of the rupture
the eternal woman was looking with unparallel eerie
contentment like the sand was looking at the seas
the woman who is doing the bed for dreams
a pair of compasses in her hand, circling in the heaven
one missing, too many stars
she was looking at the sea afraid of her wings
in the collective housing of the loneliness season
niagara falls were flowing
in the high sea of depth, sumela monastery
once the most abundant in universe was silence
the woman ascended in the smokes of the cigarette
in the hues of the blue in layers, hidden violins there
the place in her soul opening and closing by slamming
neither the cat on the roof, nor the bridal horse passing
but the doves on the terrace
the guest at heart!
creator mother of silence
abstract madonna!
flowing from the washboards
the woman was reading a book in the equator of the universe
in childhood forgetting starts
the replies to the questions of your kids
interpretations of dreams
all astrological explanations
fortune telling through hand and coffee grounds
rules with spears
the lights not staying put
and the birds singing without notes
by getting salty and unsalted water through
the woman was smoking
mineral water; Kızılay, inişdibi, fresha
and vitamin pills
to have the winds settle
the woman was carrying the wings
while hungry to have the dreams
and in the grandeur of the white terrace
the woman with doves
was having time spin a bobbin
the woman with blue trouser leg,
meadow saffron, light chestnut hair
was pitying her dreams
she was sleeping with the lights on
history great, the moment was less
in the aquarium of the silent mirrors
the cigarettes their smokes risen to the supreme
the one winged woman was she
with her eyes watching the white horses
she was gazing at the horizon dissolving
through her soul dancing with silence
the woman in the frost of september
lonely, profound, the woman with doves!
colorless carnations and the roses
remained from the coasts of the sea
consoling herself like the head of a fountain
on the base of high rocks and long rooted trees
she was waiting for divine internal wave
the mirrors of silence are too deep
creeks streaming, cottonwoods whiffing
willows bending; opaque lightning
wandering in the axis of daisies
the woman was looking at the timeless eggs
with the most distinguished loneliness of the world
the woman the cricket
the woman the ladybug
the woman the firefly
the woman of the shooting stars
mysterious redhead woman
the pendulum of silence of the night’s cavern
woman with blue trouser leg and doves
timeless woman, along the roads of nature
autumn leaf collection woman
abstract madonna!
the wind of dawn!
the woman with brush!
the woman with canvas!
the woman with the violin!
the woman the coast of the sea!
the woman the sky’s valley!
the woman the street of dreams!
question woman!
unanswered woman!
comma woman!
woman with lights
abstract woman
triple dot woman
four dot woman
the woman in parentheses
the woman in quotes
the woman outside of herself
the woman at the brow of the wind
oh woman
oh woman
martin
partridge
wood piegon
kikse
sparrow
the shooting star woman
the woman with doves
the women with doves
Translated by Mesut Senol