Oktay Rifat Biography

Blacker than a grape,
waist finer than a needle,
how does the ant climb
the slopes with its burden?
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This won't do, it won't work! One day
This disturbance will stop, you'll be born to the Sun.
You'll see again like an old picture
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I hoisted all my flags on the flagpoles,
I painted the city with my blood's hot colour.
I spread stones on the road that led to anger.
I levelled towers with the back of my hand.
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Birds combed Emine's hair.
The sun like a fortune-telling daisy now opened
Then closed. The pitcber went cold by the window.
A sailing ship approached above
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A white cloud over the dome of Aya Sofia,
I watched it disappear. My honey—coloured prayer beads,
The amber days, leaves and hopes fell.
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