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İhsan Deniz


Secret Love

Like a sorrowful father who sacrified his son

I bathed in many rivers, wandered on many mountains.

In which world, in what corner, in which sacred path of death

  are you?

I was welcomed and baptised.

I was frightened- be afraid.

I was bored- be bored.

I was expelled- my mind was expelled.

I have forgotten all nouns.

I was everything everywhere everytime

discreetly I fell in love with dogs,


Here every door is a yearning.

and there is my door,

it’s woven many angers

compromises and catastrophes.

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