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Ebubekir Eroğlu (1950-….) Innocent River Oh that innocent river! My door opens to it; The bushes need a path
A rose with a fresh fragrance draws my footsteps to its heart. Who can put up with heavy footsteps?
Dear Fod, you gave me joyful youth I looked, all the streets lead to the innocent river.
Who can put up with memory that opens like a taut rope? Who can stand up against footstep that attract rose-smelling dreams? My door opens to an innocent river, Every morning Children form a line on the banks The road is illuminated Children berathe. There’s o rose over there. I add to the city The taste of distance, The first draft of a poem, The joyful clarity of words. (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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