mert, özkan [1944]

-------------------- translated by ender gürol I.Humans, carnations, jazzand the worldreach me having stabbed my portrait.Whatever was stolen in the small hours of the morningI am...

-------------------- translated by ender gürol Poetry is the empireof betrothed maidens and maquis.I, who was brought up courting music;look, I am posing for a river.This...

-------------------- translated by ender gürol 1.I’m a luminous exile;my house is the bull’s-eye of the world.Ruffle my hair! Prepare me for lovemake a river pass...