Gunsel DJEMAL

you are the man who loves with the apple of his eyes you say \'\'Look! There is no lie in thy pupils’’ means love like this you are the love in my heart I have learned my man is poetry with

At night the city was weird anyway… every night they go to Pera disguised as angels… Before midnight among Poets…!!! Once in a while, to the ones, whom, they cast their eyes over, were also

heart beats at wireless windows ancient loneliness as the steam train whistling sounds in the summer in Istanbul disappears from view when no one is looking higher and more

Before the Global warming famine, suffering, disease and wars; and before the rumors of war while the terrorist attacks ongoing and the nuclear explosions before the Antichrist

Write me a letter put stamps on it from Istanbul and then phosphorescence write Istanbul’s sunrise and sunset then do not forget to put the fisherman in their boats and then

a little woman sitting on the makeshift seat looking left and right vaguely waiting for someone whoever comes familiar to her each time disappointed with smoky eyes there

there was a portrait of you I look at it hanging on my key ring the women you wrote poetry gone for good what I have written ancient man if you want to read mine are

You were the only arrivals of my comfort and joy is it because of your loyalty? I say, is not If you never come would I be happy? I saddle my loneliness on my back then I can drive you crazy

how many guns attack at night time how many blues burried in the rain cannot keep his promise what is his judgement? in this world full of intrigue how many lawyers can I find? as

Who came and gone from this crazy heart of mine especially not from the dreams but realm as if there’s no other true love from mine what is your hurry and disturbance I passed

A photograph surfaced As I landed Black and white Us: side by side Early nineteen sixty one Must’ve been spring Roses weren\'t on the bushes Though the leaves were Your

From the green meadows of the north spraying of green now fountain dark for each train hour passing towards Sevenoaks its two way journey at dawn... lilies are in bloom imagining the window

Four years at the university to learn how to say you’re as frightened or as disgusted or as dead at Sparta or at Troy Four years at university and your words

Welcome death bye bye gravity probably violation of his contract fears, anxieties, caprices and his Love ...is that the final lines of death! No no…It’s his signature. Günsel

Time: 18:30 - 21:30 Date: 15 June Location Foyles, The Gallery, 113–119 Charing Cross Road, London WC2 Created by: Poetry London More info Come and share with us some of the delights soon

flying in the mountains to the mountains freedom in between the bird\'s beak drop by drop presented the wind is blowing reddish hair of the pine trees eyes are gravel at the

If only every Love had the lifetime of pure Turkish coffee’ the froth would be its affection if there’s less froth oh where where are the coffees’ when we came to ask for your hand in

Inside your brain my farewell “Don’t go Sun I am awake at last” no I have to go they are calling. \"Who are they\"? this is East under the sky Do not mourn II would my

My longing is one nomadic wind wave in need, one coward creek …thy longing is storm you know when you find a cloud tired eagle glides through the gray tangled one willow in need of a

Motherhood is a very hard craft It doesn’t matter how old her child is Mothers are self-sacrificing Carries inside her belly for nine moths Abstains and protects. ©Günsel Djemal