Rıfat Ilgaz (24 April 1911 – 7 July 1993) was a poet who was born in Cide, in the Kastamonu Vilayet of the Ottoman Empire (present-day Turkey). He was a teacher, poet, and writer. Ilgaz was one of Turkey’s best-known and most prolific poets and writers, having authored over sixty works.
Ilgaz started writing poetry during his junior school years and evolved into one of the prolific social-realist writers of 20th century Turkish literature. His poems are considered prime examples of socialist-realistic writing. While he has never really been a partisan of political ideologies, the fact that he has written about the sufferings of the people placed him at a left wing perspective. Like other writers of his time, Ilgaz was imprisoned as a result of one of his publications.
In addition to his writing, he led an accomplished career as a lecturer in Turkish literature.
Rıfat Ilgaz died in Istanbul in 1993 due to lung failure.
Doom-birds shuttling back and forth seem
to weave in the air the rug of despair.
Positions have been taken up, there's gunfire back there,
Cannon-balls darkly shake the earth under your feet
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In what language do children cry,
In what language do they smile
Crying has one meaning in every language
Chinese, English, Turkish…
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This feet will judge me,
I let them walk about,behind a thought
Street to street.
This head, this inflexible head too...
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A woman who lit the way for centuries
Is ready to cry on the shore.
Anger on her cheeks,
Blood on her skirt,
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Let my hand touch yours
Let me warm it if itís cold
My last warmth shall not be wasted!
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