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Mevlut Ceylan (1958-….) In An Empty Room They talked we were silent they decreed the shaving of half the face the dead were carried from the hills to the hills Aad plains
I entered life with fearful eyes towards morning like a smuggled letter like the secret Book like those crushed and bound
My face in my hands (Translated by Ruth Christie, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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