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Tuğrul Tanyol

(1953-….)

The Wind

When my eyes are averted I can hear

The wind when I look, silence is everywhere.

 

Outside the window, the branch of a tree;

The wind hidden and ripe in the stone of every fruit.

(Translated by Feyyaz Kayacan Fergar, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)