Goersh.com

Take the World at new Level

Poetry – Two poems by Turgut Uyar – "Mostly, it’s yours" Y "Hurts"

Mostly, it’s yours

by Turgut Uyar

Tell me who owns now this apple that I carefully peel

You know that everything I do with care now belongs to you

A man on his way to the water, let’s just say he should bow his shoulder

The sun, the water and the tilt of his shoulder all belong to you

You stand up, it corresponds to your name, and you’re right

The world that darkens as you often know belongs to you

The darkening world is an ember of fire for a new rose

The noble darkness that remains from the ember of a fire belongs to you

You took a past with experiments, you came and painted the new well

I know, you should know too The first enlightenment belongs to you.

The water I love is the true sister of your water

The powers abandoned by your water now belong to you

Because you hold like a weapon everything you hold

The whistle that holds everything like a warning belongs to you

It is all yours, oh eternal giver, everything that exists as life.

Don’t hold your breath, expand, the core and shell belong to you.

Oh, the most beautiful sight of a waterfall spilling over the flowers.

My love, my infinity, everything that exists and does not exist in this world, everything belongs to you.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

=====================================

Hurts

by Turgut Uyar

I want to talk about unhappiness

vertical and horizontal unhappiness

The perfect unhappiness of humanity.

my love hurts

We have experienced something full of mystery

And they lived that over there

Confuse the way a mountain was bent

For your joy.

First of all, unhappiness, of course.

Like a bar in a small town

The way her laugh would hit the sunlight

But it would not be reflected here

That is, the syphilis that someone has from a withered rose

Tuberculosis that someone else got from another woman

The history of all office buildings.

my love hurts

“I’m sorry my love” says someone

Even a child with a beautiful eye

I didn’t have a summer to protect.

I have no idea what to say.

my love hurts

The boats keep passing

The mountains will light up and darken again

And that’s it.

My position is to find many things and jump for joy.

Autumn has come, oh sorrow

Spring has come, oh black pain

Oh you, the smartest person on earth

Sometimes in the middle of summer in broad daylight

my love hurts

It doesn’t matter who I love

Or no matter who loves me.

September has packed its bags and let you see

October etcetera will also be gone in no time

Damn big horses sinking into history

Dive into the story, that’s all.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

————————————————– ——————-

Related Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *