METIN CENGIZ

METIN CENGIZ

The Same Fate

I am asleep

Sharing the same fate as the tree in the garden

On its branches the light sleep of birds

On my branches thoughts the night has bestowed

I wake up

In my dream the hungover cool of rain

Yesterday the sun held its breath

And slept in the shade of my thoughts

There

I know

There in the dark

A mole is tearing at your heart

As if it were turning the soil upside down

In the sun of the night

Your scarf of flame round your neck

It comes down the road you walk

And like some night bird

I bind myself to pain’s sturdy rope

To bear myself into some riddle

Here, in the dark

I know, the road will warm my bones

Even if it hangs me out like a sheet in the wind.

Your Shadow

You are far away, winter whistling at your window

Through the forest within you the North wind blows

Stone-like you are alone in the dark night

Turning into an image fading from sight

But I am a shooting star lost in space

(like falling hair that leaves not a trace)

I love you, though I am but moss on your shadow

What do I care who once strayed from the right road

TRANSLATION: NEIL PATRICK DOHERTY

METIN CENGIZ

METIN CENGIZ: Poet and writer (b. 3 May 1953, Göle-Kars). He wrote particularly on the problems of poetry. His poems are translated into nearly 40 languages and his book has been published in 13 languages. He wrote 18 poetry book and 16 theorical and essay books. He has received numerous awards in his country and other countries.