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Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı (1910-1956)
The Train Where to at this time of night Beautiful train, solitary train? Bitter was the sound of your whistle Bringing so many things to mind. Why should I not wave my handkerchief All your pasengers are more or less close to me. Go, then, I wish you a safe journey, I wish you strong bridges and bright tunnels. (Translated by Feyyaz Kayacan Fergar, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry) |
