TE16 Turkish Delight

Haydar Ergulen Borrowed Like Sorrow

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Once poetry was like my dog able to sense my sadness and so take its place at my side

Now my poetry’s an old hound grown deaf, its heart deadened

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I was so wounded back then only an animal could’ve felt for me

If I’ve learned anything from animals it’s that I know nothing at all about humans

And so I saw: each human needs an animal

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Some pick their words off of trees some grind their poetry from stone their love from the desert…

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