separation remained hung
faces reappeared
september in their eyes
pouring rain
if traces were left
who’s to blame
crazily blowing wind
the disaster of the flood
if traces were left
obviously deep
at the moon(city) love, and respect remains
Stop…
the expected poem was not written
when Bogaz was running to the
blue, green, grey
the red ember light of the sky
don’t bother me
the rain were the autumn life
İstanbul , is that much captive.


Poem by : Atilla Elüstün 20/10/2005 -Erenkoy/Istanbul
Translation by : Günsel Djemal