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Mehmet Ocaktan (1955-….) I am Tired Of looking at my own photos And what’s more, sad events on the calendars do not bother me.
I was not cut out to be a great man. My only wish is to make mischief with wind-smelling kids.
Who cares about my behaviour anyway? Who whispers to the dying dove? Who is on the shores of my voice?
Now the only thing left in my pocket İs the address of a lonely sparrow. (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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