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Ataol Behramoğlu (1942- …) The Unlit Streets Of The Poor As I carry my string bag of shopping in the evenings through the unlit streets of the poor my mental weariness lifts, and all the way home like a red rose in the worn and hands of a flowerseller in the road
the feeling warms my heart that I can sing the poetry of my people. (Translated by Ruth Christie, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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