Posted: 08 June 2012 in ORHAN VELI

These poets are worse than lovers:
How they make me suffer!
How can this be? Spending the whole night
In the privacy of a poetic line?

All right, listen – and see if you can hear
The song of the roofs and chimneys
Or the sound of the ants carrying grains
To their nests?

What’d would be wrong if I didn’t wait for the sunset
To send all those used-up rhymes
To the seashore
With the garbage collectors who come to my door?

Satan keeps tempting me: “Open the window,
And scream, scream, scream, until daybreak.”


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