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| From
"Tango and God" |
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| I am a shining exile |
| loneliness is my head-teacher. |
| They hanged my heart |
| between Turkey and the world. |
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II.
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| I made this wine from the heart |
| of the grapes that were the first to
see the sun on earth. |
| I wash my words with this wine, |
| history is looking for me. |
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III.
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| It could be that poetry is a pirate, |
| a crimson-bearded robber of time. |
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IV.
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| Like broken pieces of a mirror |
| we shall reflect each other |
| and multiply from shard to shard. |
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| Nobody was able to prove |
| that the world was not ruled by love
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| not even Marx. |
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VI.
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| How much longer are they going to torture |
| the young? Are students to pay |
| for history in their cells? |
| The arms are silent. Can we hear democracy? |
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| Translated by Feyyaz
Kayacan Fergar |
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