Looking at You

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Looking at You

Looking at You
Imagined Conversation
Am I to you?
Funeral Notice
Bike
Reality
One Out of Three

the first man to light a kerosene lamp in the street, in beyoğlu or rome he should’ve burned this city to the ground
they wrote in one of the temples in ancient egypt while drinking beer from a common bowl
kicking over the barrels and flicking a match is your only elixir to forget but after the invention of gunpowder it was learned a city can be burned nothing can be forgotten if it is true that a man puts a dove beneath his dark raincoat to warm it up that another always buys from the same bagel-seller because he knows the man is cold that a gypsy girl is happiest when she finds a doll in the rubbish that I could never say to the road-sweepers that I really love the fallen leaves that I hesitated to help the rag-and-bone man pull his cart just because he was the same age as me if it is true
that I secretly inhale the dust in second hand bookstores
then it is certainly the case
that sailors only go to sea to say that one sentence on the tip of their tongue
for the moment I appear and disappear in my own dreams and disperse myself throughout the streets there are traces of you everywhere we’ve been can a street sometimes lead to a few months ago? is this cold weather really worth getting ill for? I don’t like those who sit outside on the ferry only in the summer because they’re prepared to brave the winter beetles can just fly around all August – come December I am going to knock on your deaf door… there are four seasons here three of them are winter…

translated by Bill Herbert

2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments