Gunsel DJEMAL

Vapour first Then Flowed From the fountains of your eyes And turned into a waterfall On to your cheeks And became a sea on your dimples I’ve made endless Paper boats And released them Into

One morning on the 13th May 09 I was flying on a steel bird And I watched you through With my yearning child eyes And on top of the sky I heard a child sing On the shores of Famagusta My long

The condensation inside the steamed goblet/ Blood red wine I watched you from the top of my nose With the smoke rising from my cigarette My chilly lips are talking The taste of the blood red

I had the perfect booze And made love to you I am at Istiklal* The Falcon (*Dogan *Ay) was the Moon.../the Moon was the Falcon. Poem by: Atilla Elustun 9/5/2009 Istiklal

Either tell me when I am about to die Or don’t... (Fall down) from the walls of the mosque. Poem by: Atilla Elustun 9/5/2009 Taksim-Istanbul Translation by: Gunsel Djemal- Istanbul

I have nestled the time we have spent together inside my bosom We thought we were going to have plentiful time It ended so fast... Look! Your new life is beginning You knew I had to leave I

Where did you come from? Yesterday was full of pain... Tomorrow was suspicious Rain in my eyes Regretful/shame I loved the touch of your hands full of Moon dust When burning with

Do not come to my headstone Shedding tears Because my love... I am not there I never went to sleep I am the billion shinning Stars in the sky Phosphorescence in your sea The impetuous rising

The chest of my eagle is yellow chrome His tongue sings the sweetest love songs with his beak he makes silver and pours it on to the earth As if a million angels are flying down from the

oh! my love i know how cold you are how hard this is to explain be the button on your coat button-up all the holes who is embracing who? who is arresting who? a trip from the bottle of wine to

the horizon is purple now on its torso where the waves are breaking and i’m shuddering you have chained me with your green eyes at the port of your Black Sea your blue passion ship is

In the apple of your eyes I had drunk the sea bathed on the shores of your lips to my suffering your shoulder was a port for me in the stormy weather I have found refuge and cooled in the

Having a good time at horizon By spreading it’s scarlet Tulle curtain To the sea Woken-up from asleep The snow is insidious fox Troubled clouds Cross with each other; weeping Scattered

As if never lived The sun will not rise Beloved will not come And troubled dark/night I’m waiting My pen is one mother in labor And doubled up with pain Between my fingers Cannot write down

the walls asked and I told them all about you the moon asked I told her you were asleep the moon was playing hide and seek with the stars one star winked it was you in the silence of the

I gather the glowing stars In the blind darkness of night Relieved by the full moon One star winks And I freeze... A plane passes-by from a distant Wrecks the silence of my room Yet, I’m

Man don’t need to leave footprints on the road he walks on or it doesn’t have to snow continuously..! Poem by: Atilla Elustun 16/8/1981 Emirgan Translation by: Gunsel Djemal London

A man should feel the existence of God Yes he is here/circulating blood in our veins And epoch’s in our hearts/when we are in love... We should be all amazed We were the holy walls/blind God

To my Ayse And it was you with long fingers Pointed soft open pouring phosphorescence On the lines My pen; Making me write poem Kissable hands And it was you Speaking dumb Were

The slight cast of your coffee froth gaze inside the gypsies cup Mystery/miles away... Is it because of raki/or I? At the shores of horizon the sky is calm Thirsty gazelle/fearful as I’m

As if never lived The sun will not rise Beloved will not come And troubled dark/night I’m waiting My pen is one mother in labor And doubled up with pain Between my fingers Cannot write

Even though you know... You don’t have no where to go If you can’t bear it anymore And thinking that it’s going to be easy Assuming that all the beauty/love From your childhood are still

I had collected passion on their wings And rubbed life on to their living faces When they didn’t’t come I had fastened sorrowful September Soaked bread… I were the watchman Until dawn… The

Every night don’t be anguished inside the feverish story we are banging there’s no pleasure/drinking raki? Imitating Conflict together inside painful hearts Jammed in the presser beating