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Ahmet Muhip Dıranas (1909-1980)
Foam Our revels now are ended, and joy fades away! Eternal girls become mothers at the end of day. Don’t look in the mirrors: they breed cruelty, Plunge your mind into the everlasting sea; And if some day you recall my face and my love, Then I could strip you naked like a dove. Now in the shep’s wake and its age-old foam Towards the sea’s fathomless depths roam. (Translated by Talat Sait Halman, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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