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| The Walnut Tree |
| My head is a foaming cloud, |
| inside and outside I'm the sea. |
| I am a walnut tree in gulhane Park in Istanbul, |
| an old walnut tree with knots and scars. |
| You don't know this and the police don't either. |
| I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park, |
| My leaves sparkle like a fish in water, |
| my leaves flutter like silk handkerchiefs. |
| Break one off, my darling, and wipe your tears. |
| My leaves are my hands - |
| I have a hundred thousand hands. |
| Istanbul I touch you |
| with a hundred thousand hands. |
| My leaves are my eyes, |
| and I am shocked at what I see. |
| I look at you, Istanbul, |
| with a hundred thousand eyes |
| and my leaves beat, |
| beat with a hundred thousand hearts. |
| I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park. |
| you don't know this and the police don't either. |
| (July 1, 1957) |
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