HILAL KARAHAN – THE POEM OF A RENTAL PENCIL

Posted: 12 December 2011 in HILAL KARAHAN
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here i am the rental pencil
from writing i’ve learnt what i live
this lead chest into how niyazi sayın* has entered
biting life, my dear wife leans against my cover

in hunger i nibble each word you haven’t said
so you haven’t learnt where the fire takes you,
that your poems burn on the beach, oh really you are a poet,
who closed my mouth, nursing me with the vessels of hand

i am a traveller who is not called, never speak sleepy and awake
mind is a play of hurricanes and absents
i might be a letter or a human weepy at evening
i think every crack to be love when i fold inside

here i am the rental pencil

PS: *niyazi sayın is a famous turkish ney player.

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