Kalbim Unut Bu Şiiri
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It turns out the universe is smaller than nothing
Enough to memorize life and death...
I think it would be impossible to read so many Ahmet Telli books and not add a review.
I read all of them with great pleasure, and in my opinion, this was the most appropriate work to be examined, because the book is based on Ahmet Telli's "Selections". under the name:
Cry
Barbarian and Shehla
You are a child
Maybe I'll Come Again
Water Rotten
The Hidden One
Let the Fighter Tell
Your Sorrow Becomes a Rebellion and
It contains compilations of his works titled Years of Fire.
"It turns out that I have accumulated so many things that I should forget..."
Yes, let my heart forget this poem, but you don't forget it...
Enjoyable reading...
Kalbim Unut Bu Şiiri (İnsan yorulur bazen insan olmaktan!)
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Sometimes it's hard to read difficult books one after the other.
You want to relax with a poem.
But remember, some poems tire your heart more than thousands of lines.
My Heart, Forget This Poem...
You will find your own voice,
You will throw wood into the fire of loneliness,
It is a meaningful work that appeals to your heart and will make you
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- Are you a poet?
- Yes
- Then you have to suffer torture. This is how we treat poets, writers and intellectuals in this country.
I think this is how democracy works in the country. From Nazım Hikmet to Sabahattin Ali, from Yaşar Kemal to Aziz Nesin to Ahmed Arif... (the list goes on), it seems like there is no artist whose works we have not tortured, destroyed or forced. Reason ? Trying to make the world a more egalitarian and livable place, which can never be forgiven.
I don't know how I came from Ahmet Telli to here, but I know that we have wonderful poets. And when I look at the meaning of each line, I see what we have done to these men. The tolerance given to many perverts and fraudsters is being taken away from those who write two lines. This is not an tolerable logic.
Every line is so meaningful and beautiful. I'm truly ashamed that I discovered the man at the age of 71. Of course, he says it's never too late for anything, and I reassure myself again. Then let me end my lines with his romantic lines :)
"Oh with the pink of the rose
sharing a smile
It's snowing on my bed
my palms turned into poles
Don't let the day get dark when it comes."
185 syf.
8/10 puan verdi
Bekle Beni
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I
wait for me little one
without darkening hope
wait without losing the joy
I will return one day of course
wait for me
When spring comes
you will go to the countryside
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"I touch my lips to water only once a day. I'm losing my tongue now; so that the sponge does not extend all its suction cups at once... The water in the swamp also has a water side. Even the smell of a rotting body is bearable. The last sip of water left in the box wasn't even that anymore. The water got angry and killed itself. The water rotted. I don't know anything other than my name."
What kind of sentence are you?
Water rotted..
How does water rot? Is this how hopes disappear and so many lives are burned? It means it's burnt... Hopes are obviously extinct..
"Little winds have no memories. I don't have leaves anymore, I don't have birds anymore. My mountains have become completely ruined, and the folk songs in my memory have been blown away. There is no value left in my voice for my life. Only the rumble of the forests in my voice. It's wrong, it was a wrong poem from the very beginning, I know. And maybe the recent past of our lives was this true, but who knows... My heart, forget this poem.
"No matter what happens, don't forget" What a naive way to say it..
Poetry is sadness, says the poet. And he adds: Sadness is the aged wine of love and poetry.
And you, my heart, still forget this poem..
Enjoyable reading..