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Mevlut Ceylan


In An Empty Room

They talked we were silent

they decreed the shaving of half the face

the dead were carried

from the hills to the hills

Aad plains


I entered life with fearful eyes

towards morning

like a smuggled letter

like the secret Book

like those crushed and bound


My face in my hands

(Translated by Ruth Christie, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)