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Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar (1901-1962) The Black Horses
One day The cold wind of night in your hair You’ll close down these horizons Silent and weary you’ll wait in your corner For the black horses of your final journey.
And slowly you’ll say to yourself, I’m freed once again from the circle of life. (Translated by Ruth Christie, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry) |
