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To rain on your shores soaked to the skin
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by [Djemagu ]

2010-01-23  |     | 



To be able to seek refuge to your harbour
and to rain on your shores soaking to the skin
to be deceived by your eyes
sip by sip
and to die afterwards
but to resist to die
to this cursed life
hanging down in rags
comb myself in your hair
you were squirming in me
now from there
to enter from the Black-sea from your mountains
to rise to the sky
and run in your fields
be “one”
wrapping tightly, from your river arms
with the Sun in your eyes
to go far as your beaches
and to be able to seek refuge to your harbour
and to rain on your shores soaking to the skin
to be deceived by your eyes
sip by sip
and to die afterwards
but to resist to die
to this cursed life
let us sweep the beauties together
fighting continuously
before falling down among the corners
scrape love into the hearts
never drowned by callus hands
just offer love
then bathe on God’s table
stand all the time
in lines, in callus hands
to offer flowers with the gardeners scar
from the gardens of heaven
by making God’s jealous
with baby love
disperse smiles from the faces
by cooling the hearts
and to cool the spikes from their dryness
from their mistakes
to be able to cope under compulsion
and to be renewed
again and again
to count as one the Seven Hills and the ever blooming plants
like Judas tree, Magnolia,
huge Plane tree
to find life
If it’s been hidden inside the
historical geography
never give up, hurt, or be offended
let us catch-up together
the things we have missed
and to be able to seek refuge to your harbour/
to rain on your shores soaking to the skin
to be deceived by your eyes
sip by sip
and to die afterwards
but to resist to die
to this cursed life.

Poem by: Attila Elüstün 3/6/2009 Bayrampaşa-İst-Londra
Translation by: Günsel Djemal

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