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REALITY AND COLD / Kadir Aydemir


I. Recalling

The belly of a cloud

billows with the strong wind

We hear the irregular

sound of a distant bell

Suddenly a sword: make the lightning


Where the sounds meet:

fields of desire

Bare rocks

reject the water with arrogance.


II. The Eye

Poplars, telegraph poles

the cricket

never stops

Olive tree surrounded with

crushed weeds

Everything is


And a robin

as if listening

to a conversation

Distant people

A palace of solid thorns


on earth

and in the gatekeeper’s face.


III. Comprehending


slowness of the river

The sun

is about to set

The bird is making its nest

A grave:

tense texture of dark

Lost shadows

The wind immortalizes the birds


hides its cowardly face

Patient things

Courtesy of destiny.


IV. Ashes and Fire

Our dead,

ripeness of colours

in their orbits

Standing over there

as if freeing themselves of shame

Reflection of an infinite eye

An irregular sound

A hand holding a pigeon

A hidden harmony

An expanding universe in their mouths


Translated by Gökçenur Çelebioğlu


In The Depths

IN THE DEPTHS / Kadir Aydemir


The cold star
I hide in my body
Is for you

Your voice is the wind
And your hands the sleep

The same sun
Which warms us both.


I listened to the sea
Went to the earth

The water draws my heart.


Give me the softness
The fringes of the night

With the advent of cold
Birds are led to migration

The wind bends me
Against you.


Translated by Hakan Yılmaz

WINTER OF POETRY / Kadir Aydemir

You are scattering dust on snow
the beak of a cloud cuts the writhing

Think of all that happens
Understand the stalactite that is angry with the sun

Your Father is drunk, there is a coal truck in front of the house
Understand, your tears won’t melt this snow.


Translated by Gökçenur Çelebioğlu

COME ON, WAKE UP / Kadir Aydemir


I am looking at your photo
Your naked shadow
is a fluttering butterfly on the ground

The first night I woke up with you
The rain had started to speak
I had smelled your body

My flower of sleep,
As you combed your hair
I thought of flightless sparrows

Where now
Is your little mirror
That makes us forget everything?


Translated by Tozan Alkan


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