Don’t Think That
the morning wind
of the land of dwarves with a thousand gods
has laid a
strange covering of sadness
where you left
for no reason
the fire
scrabbles my heart's threshold of hope
the bellow for
one breath of the sworn tongue
looks for its
faults on the solstice
I take an
oath
when my left
side suffers from separation
“the one who is
a human being is cooked on the fire of longing. . .”
says the
sage of sages
when the wounded
essence of love multiplies unconditionally
my self sighs,
when moisture arrives on its wall
know that the
dream dargah of my heart is silent
the presence of
silence was like excess on the shelf
some placeless,
some needful. . .
the bitter
residue of the varying day
has sat
cross-legged on the love skin of my years
don't think that
the whole issue consists of fire and smoke
if I hadn't
burned on the fire fiercely burning of that love
Listen
listen to the
ants' footsteps
the resounding
sound whose soughing is deep
and the power of
butterfly wings / the wind that blows
and the nodding
of the hyacinths and the joy of the water
listen to the
warm voice of mother earth
and the rustle
coming from the crops, and the roaring of the ears of grain
and the
caterpillar sitting cross-legging on the flower,
and the
subtle sadness of the leaves
listen to the
flowing of the sobbing water from mother sky
listen to the
roaring sound of life whose thread is entwined
and the glass
clinking of two hearts
and through the
window the gossiping basils
and the
unbelieving fire in the woman's laughing
forget the
artificial smile of the problems that have multiplied manifold
you have faced
forget the
unrestricted travel of the stray pains,
stop and listen
to the whisper of memory you remembered
listen to 'Ciao
Bella' through a belle's voice
Forgive
the eternity sun
was a long wait
there was a
picture and a moment that are nonexistent now
the last game of
life
curbed longings
/ dark-faced pains
sadness decaying
in their moisture
my bloated
heart’s work
ah those
dusty-rose joys / furtive kisses
smokeless inner
fires
the spring wind
of my chest
the breath of
tough was yesterday, it was like the first day of lifetime
a strange time
dinner table, looking for its color
limpid vows,
leaden silences
a life fed with
its blood
everyone knows
the waters have receded
the
barefacedness of the mirrors whose Tains spilled
the dice tricks
all forgotten at
the door of the barren years
give up the
narrowing evening's talking at random
and the
wanderings with no roots and the fads sloshing around
which age's
toothache is this throe
the thin pain
tell, the self
that transcends the Phoenix land, tell the highness of the mountain
a little bit of
innocence, a pinch of fidelity
hope / passion /
brotherhood of heart
a glass of
immortality
the queen of the
ice age
they are all my
secret twinkle / my heart shiver
be the light
taking shelter in the shadow of the water
forgive the
arrested tongue / the star diary
the problem is
not to tell / humanity is tired
in the carefree
universe whose heart has formed a scab
Translated Into
English By Baki Yiğit
NILÜFER UÇAR
NILÜFER UÇAR was born in
Malatya, Turkey. She graduated from Malatya Girls' Primary Teachers' School and
obtained an associate degree at the Open Education Faculty. She worked as a
primary school teacher at different schools for many years. Her paintings were
shown in group exhibitions. Her poems, stories and essays have been and are
being published in many magazines. Her poem titled "The 'I' Test" won
the second prize in the 11th Yunus Emre Poetry Competition in 2019. She was
awarded third place for her poem titled "Ah Vagrant World" in the
AABF Culture and Art Board - Unesco Hacı Bektaş-ı Veli and Yunus Emre Art
Competition in Germany in 2021. Her collections of poetry: ‘Ben' Sınavı (The
'I' Test), Nilüfer Mevsimi (The Lotus Season), Kırılgan Su (The Fragile Water),
Sonsuzla Yüzleşme (Confronting the Infinite). Her children's books: Kırmızı
İbik (The Red Comb), Karınca Toti (Ant Toti), Afacan Kunduz (The Mischievous
Beaver).
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