Poem
Salih Bolat
BASIL
there the ice must be melting nowthe frozen waters wish to walk again
you must be putting a log on the fire
and perhaps another
just then in the river
winter awakens.
it is difficult to establish what has happened here
a man with a book in his hand
staring out at an abandoned orchard
we wake to news of war.
were we betrayed in the mountains
was a people struggling to know itself?
I thought you were there
have you come from the sun filled windows
your hands still smelling of basil?
FESLEĞEN
FESLEĞEN
şimdi orda buzlar eriyorduryürümek istiyordur donmuş sular
sen bir odun atıyorsundur ateşe
bir odun daha
derken kış uyanıyor
bir akarsuda.
burda neler olduğunu kestirmek zor
elinde kitap olan bir adam
terkedilmiş bir bahçeye bakıyor
savaş haberleriyle uyanıyoruz
ihanete mi uğradık dağlarda
bir halk kendini tanımaya mı çalışıyor?
seni orda sanıyordum
güneşli pencerelerden mi çıkıp geldin
ellerin hâlâ fesleğen kokuyor?
Poems
Poems of Salih Bolat
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BASIL
there the ice must be melting nowthe frozen waters wish to walk again
you must be putting a log on the fire
and perhaps another
just then in the river
winter awakens.
it is difficult to establish what has happened here
a man with a book in his hand
staring out at an abandoned orchard
we wake to news of war.
were we betrayed in the mountains
was a people struggling to know itself?
I thought you were there
have you come from the sun filled windows
your hands still smelling of basil?
BASIL
there the ice must be melting nowthe frozen waters wish to walk again
you must be putting a log on the fire
and perhaps another
just then in the river
winter awakens.
it is difficult to establish what has happened here
a man with a book in his hand
staring out at an abandoned orchard
we wake to news of war.
were we betrayed in the mountains
was a people struggling to know itself?
I thought you were there
have you come from the sun filled windows
your hands still smelling of basil?
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