Poem
Enis Batur
THE SERAPHIM
The story your friend told might haveActually happened, but it’s not true.
I, who, have seen everyone, have not
been seen by anyone for many a year:
deep under plaster they buried my fragile
face, the most mysterious angel of
the east. But I heard every single fragment
of sound, I felt every movement before it stirred,
I never let it slip my mind that this city was entrusted
to me. I know not how to sleep nor how to forget,
I am the witness of all that has come to pass—
At the very moment the ‘Independenta’ crashed
He believed dawn had broken in the middle of the night.
Serafim
Serafim
Arkadaşınızın anlattığı hikayeyaşanmış olabilir, doğru değil.
Herkesi gördüm ben, sittin sene
kimseye görünmedim: Doğunun
en gizli gizemli meleği, alçıların
altına gömdüler narin, derin yüzümü.
Duydum oysa her ses kırıntısını, her
hareketi henüz doğmadan sezdim,
bu şehrin bana emanet edildiğini
bir an olsun aklımdan çıkarmadım.
Uyumak ve unutmak nedir bilmem,
Şahidiyim bütün yaşananların-
Independenta’nın çarpıştığı andı:
Geceni ortasında gün doğdu sandı.
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THE SERAPHIM
The story your friend told might haveActually happened, but it’s not true.
I, who, have seen everyone, have not
been seen by anyone for many a year:
deep under plaster they buried my fragile
face, the most mysterious angel of
the east. But I heard every single fragment
of sound, I felt every movement before it stirred,
I never let it slip my mind that this city was entrusted
to me. I know not how to sleep nor how to forget,
I am the witness of all that has come to pass—
At the very moment the ‘Independenta’ crashed
He believed dawn had broken in the middle of the night.
THE SERAPHIM
The story your friend told might haveActually happened, but it’s not true.
I, who, have seen everyone, have not
been seen by anyone for many a year:
deep under plaster they buried my fragile
face, the most mysterious angel of
the east. But I heard every single fragment
of sound, I felt every movement before it stirred,
I never let it slip my mind that this city was entrusted
to me. I know not how to sleep nor how to forget,
I am the witness of all that has come to pass—
At the very moment the ‘Independenta’ crashed
He believed dawn had broken in the middle of the night.
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