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Talat Sait Halman


Ultimate Death

When my son


Dreamed of death

He sensed neither blood

Nor the violet in exile

Only the sun’s blindness

And the guilt

Of broken toys


My son

Could never forgive

Our desperate


He had never seen

The coffins

Coming out of the house


My son


A half smile or two

Buried me

Each day

Without o dirge



Is the last game

My son ever played

I am

My son’s


(Translated by Talat Sait Halman, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)