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Hilmi Yavuz (1936- …) Inwardness Everything grows inward. What is a lake But its own sunken bed? This was in the wake Of sorrows unfurling their black And deep flags over my hull:
Everything grows inward. My body Suddenly is country conceived; “I am the keel of my own self I am” This is what was said. The sayer Was one of the other travellers;
Everything grows inward. When the rose Is imminent in the bud, Language is on o pilgrimage to meet The word of love waiting on the shore Of incoming autumn. Everything grows inward. And now sadness, sadness The greatest opponent. (Translated by Feyyaz Kayacan Fergar, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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