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Arif Ay (1953- … ) Poems of Destruction (fragment) I would like to know you sir all the missing parts put aside all frogs have a night of their own my absence and my voice have a night of their own find me a place to leave my voice
What is it that whittles mankingd away, sir silence or speech how do men multiply, sir let us find a place to dump the speeches
In the sitting room of every house there is now o bright hungry coffin all sewers are open to us sir everything flows towards heaviest indifference forget about the one that doesn’t flow, sir
You always stay put like an antiquated port from times past where fishes of unknowable age swim in moonlight şou are an antiquated mister, sir I am falling apart in the darkness Find me a place to leave my silence
A shinning ship of death on a sorry wharf We are truly romantic executioners, aren’t we sir? (Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)
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