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Melisa Gürpınar (1941- …) XIV stone cracks ztone said the old man sunlight fades sunlight water drowns water and silence silence a person can kill the beloved with love
I am only a seller of dreams frail and poor in the night I roam with the full moon’s golden chariot in the days I lie dozing with the files in a figtree’s shade
the subtlest words on my tongue in my heart the most bruised feelings how I have wished to drink tea from o samovar-- just once with a fellow-spirit and then like paper and envelope to embrace and fly to addresses that don’t ewist (Translated by Ruth Christie, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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