by Ece Apaydin
My face
is nailed to an image
as much as a lantern brightens
my hands are the photographs that are hanged into the darkness
the hearse which the field laid down to the right and give way to it
a kid huggget its claws into the air
come and ed by the fog who is forgiven by me
the sirens go like a lullaby
don’t touch to the enchantment of the eternity it will go
an oblivion cage on my arm; the gate is open
My soul
if it had lived I was complied its shadow
even on a sunny day – in the angle of smile
I must re-born in the details of the structures
that is precluded me
Whereas people must have a house
covering the opposite field – as much as the spirit
illuminated
ECE APAYDIN
(Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)
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Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz
Last updated June 12, 2016