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At Tahir\'s Pub
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by [Djemagu ]

2011-07-30  |     | 



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 are also some which

she occasionally greets meaninglessly

is he not coming?

came from her hometown

and arrived at the largest station

that day;

uneasy waiting

in her gaze

her age between 19-20

but he lines

were over the age of her age

obviously

has a ragged life

beautifully green and blue

clothes on her back

finally appears

the man expected at the door

mist in her eyes

distributes half

sketchy

with a meaningless flurry

retraces her skirts with the rhythm of the music

cannot cover her privacy

that’s fine but

cannot catch-up with the big beer glasses traffic

with raki in my glass

one more

come on

one more

run out of passengers

just like a train

young man

in a rush

between sitting down and getting up

at the empty station

stray

young woman

laughing simultaneously crying

also her heart is bleeding

this happen each night

whoever comes takes her and go

uncertain

silent and lonely

what will happen and where?

we do not know…

and Tahir

with his değnekçi voice

rejecting the requests

informed and ignorant

little woman

without a reason

loveless

nothingness

it’s been hours since the man is gone

little woman sitting on the edge of the stool

staring at everyone

greeting and drinking

if this is getting even

I don’t know but

puzzle’s as well

one arrives at the end

irresponsible inconsistently

takes her

little woman

disappears staring in my eyes

leaving her seat to me

what is happening to me

little woman

leaves a thinking man behind

at the station;

that train is long gone

neither that train stops at that station

nor the station appears at the path of that train



02.03.2001/14.07.20011


Poem by: Attila Elüstün Taksim/Şişli

Traslation by: Günsel Djemal

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