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Ebubekir Eroğlu

(1950-….)

Innocent River

Oh that innocent river!

My door opens to it;

The bushes need a path

 

A rose

with  a fresh fragrance

draws my footsteps to its heart.

Who can put up with heavy footsteps?

 

Dear Fod, you gave me joyful youth

I looked, all the streets lead to

  the innocent river.

 

Who can put up with

memory that opens like a taut rope?

Who can stand up against

footstep that attract rose-smelling dreams?

My door opens to an innocent river,

Every morning

Children form a line on the banks

  The road is illuminated

  Children berathe.

There’s o rose over there.

I add to the city

The taste of distance,

The first draft of a poem,

The joyful clarity of words.

(Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)