20 Temmuz 2012 Cuma


Bana hiçbir şeye karışma dediler
Ben de onları dinledim; hiçbir işlerine karışmadım
Ben onların işlerine karışmadım ama 
Onlar bana karıştılar, 
                               benimle uğraştılar 
Onlar benimle uğraştıkları için,
Ben , kendimle uğraşmayı da kestim

18 Temmuz 2012 Çarşamba

temmuz iki bin on iki

not less because in purple I descended
the western day through what you called
the loneliest air, not less was I myself.

what was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
what were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
what was the sea whose tide swept through me there?

out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
and my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea.

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
or heard or felt came not but from myself;
and there I found myself more truly and more strange.

Tea at the palaz of hoon, Harmonium, Wallace Stevens.