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Beşir Ayvazoğlu (1953-….) Grief Strikes Suddenly
The road suddenly grows thin And stretches without me I don’t know what’s behind the mountains Sorrow comes suddenly
Death smiles suddenly Divides history in half The majestic dead rise from their graves
Thousands of whips crack heavily Thoroughbred mares rear up and neigh Birds are screaming Suddenly it rains Here there’s a broken tile The lines are deep and fine They tell the secret history Of many fair victories (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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