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Cahit Yeşilyurt (1952-…) The trap First you laugh at the sun Inside the house is laughing warmly too. If you let it, will come with you You shut the door tightly
The face of morning is black Birds spread their wings before my breast Petals of sleep are separated Windofws unburden themselves to streets You undress the house and put it on a hanger Plentiful silence and some space Hungry maggots are alert in drawers The officer is at the door like a smiling scorpion
As time passes, you get bitten more and more Fat animals return to drawers From the walls that yawn a metal gong
When you come out, you must greet a friend Tissues most join and complete the body Now you can face the darkness Gradually one can be accustomed to night. (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry) |