How far can I go
Standing crucially stil?
This question stalks my loving,
My meals, the signature
I put at the end of a letter
What is stranded here as a day postponed
Is what should have been lived long years ago.
I know the logic,
I know how to make today
Tomorrows dumb hostage
Petty quarrels do not unveil life
And its great definitions,
Whereas it is always the lull
That precedes the storm.
(Translated by Feyyaz Kayacan Fergar, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)