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Is the sadness I feel these sunny winter days the longing to be somewhere else— on the bridge in my Istanbul, say, or with the workers in Adana or in the Greek mountains or in China, or beside her who…
As dawn breaks on the horns of my ox,I plow the earth with patient pride.The earth is moist and warm on my bare feet.I beat iron all morning—the darkness is dyed red.In the afternoon heat I pick olives,the leaves the…
Far off in the night, airport lights burned into the skylike white flames,and the trains I missed dived sparkling into the darkness. taking part of me away.I made a journey.I made a journey.People’s eyes were all white,the putrid waters stank.I…
For seven years now Uludagh and I have stared each other in the eye.It hasn’t budged an inch and neither have I,yet we know each other well.Like anything living, it can laugh and get mad.Sometimes in winter, especially at night,…
Here, eyes, see Balaban’s art.Here is dawn: the month is May.Here is light: smart, brave, fresh, alive, pitiless.Here are clouds: like whipped cream.Here, mountains: cool and blue.Here are foxes on their morning rounds-light on their long tails, alarm on their…
First Series1The world you saw was real, Rumi, not an apparition, etc. It is boundless and eternal, its painter is not the First Cause, etc. And the best of the rubaiyat your burning flesh left usis not the one that…
Hazel are my lady’s eyes,with waves and waves of green—gold leaf overlaid with green moiré.Brothers, what’s the story?For nine years our hands haven’t touched:I got old here,she there. My girl, your thick white neck is lined,but we can’t possibly get…
One night of knee-deep snow my adventure started—pulled from the supper table, thrown into a police car, packed off on a train,and locked up in a room.Its ninth year ended three days ago.In the corridor a man on a stretcher…
“The plum trees are in bloom—the wild apricot flowers first,the plum last. . .My love,let’s sitknee to kneeon the grass.The air is delicious and light —but not really warm yet—and the almonds are green and fuzzy, still very soft. .…
1Four o’clock, no you.Five o’clock, nothing.Six, seven,tomorrow, the day after,and maybe— who knows. . .I had a garden in the prison yard. About fifteen paces long, at the foot of a sunny wall.You used to come,and we’d sit side by…