by Ece Apaydin
Let me pour from the hot bronze first
let me bend myself from the old fire. my ankles get cold
I’m remaining between the anvil and the hammer. the anvil and the hammer
throw what I told to the lithe wood fire.
Nil sculptures their pedestals are snow burn
the festivity of that visual sparrow hawk; avenue
They are so much that its bronze color is dispersing
the foot prints settles purple at home
It’s not glorious no not at all not
that erratic use of sincerity; nil
Is this possible. first of all myself. first of all myself
ECE APAYDIN
(Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
KORAY FEYİZ, A Turkish poet, born in Istanbul in 1961, Koray Feyiz studied Geodesy and Photogrammetry Engineering, and Urban Planning, at Karadeniz Technical University, and at Middle East Technical University. He completed his doctoral dissertation on Urban Psychology. Feyiz is currently engaged in research on Geographic Information Systems and Remote Sensing. His first published poem appeared in one of Turkey’s most prestigous literary magazines, Varlık, in 1987. His poems and prose essays have continued to appear in numerous Turkish literary magazines over the last two decades. He has also published seven collections of his poetry: Mezarlar Eskimedi (The Graveyard is Not Exhausted, İz, 1987), Bir Mektupta İki Yalnızlık (Two Solitudes in One Letter, Engin, 1988), Ben O Issız O Yorgun Şehir (I Am a Desolate, Exhausted City, Prospero, 1995), Uhrevi Zorba (The Metaphysical Autocrat, Urun, 1995), DüşleGelen (To You Who Arrived in a Dream, Suteni, 1995), Seni Bağışladım Çünkü Beni Çok Üzdün (Cause of My Grief, I Forgive You, Hera, 1999) and Su Yarası (Wounded by the Water, Artshop 2010), (Translated by Dr.Nesrin Eruysal)
Last updated June 12, 2016