Turk sair ve yazar Haydar Ergulen’in dogum gunu ( 14 Ekim 1956 )
Nasipsiz bir terziyim, hatiram tenha
kim ususe kuskusu sirtimdaki gomlekten
irmaklar akar gibi uzayip her makasa
kesildi kumasim, yolculuk keten
ustami ben secmedim, sinavim yakin
elim donse dilim donmez, bos birakin
basim dondu bu gomlegin rengini
ayriliktan bagislayip ipege kavusturmaya
bu kacinci gomlek ruzgari tamam
kulleri ekim'dir, saclari nisan
diliyle yaraliyor gelecegin hatirasini
sessizligi, onarirdim ciragi dursam
sanki yoksulluga odunc vermisim aski
gomlek, tenler dolasir: ' giyilmeye hazirim '
ruzgarsiz bir terziyim, nasibim tenha
ciplak, canlar dolasir: ' yenilmeye hazirim '.
I’m a luckless tailor, my memories solitary
chill as a river, misgivings ripple down
my shirt with each snip of the scissors
through my fabric, linen of the journey
I chose not my master, my trials draw near
if my hand skews my tongue does not, leave that blank
the colour of this blouse makes me giddy
restoring silk requires pardoning the tear
which of these shirts does the wind fill out
October is ashes, April is hair
the coming memory is gashed open by the tongue
were I an apprentice I’d repair the quiet
it’s as though I’d loaned out passion to penury
shirts haunt one skin after another: ‘ I am ready to be worn ’
I’m a tailor at the end of my breath, loneliness my lot
nakedness haunts life after life: ‘ I am ready to be beaten down '.



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