TE16 Turkish Delight

Y’ol (ten poems) by Birhan Keskin Translated from Turkish by Murat Nejat-Nemet

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Because you regarded as too much my weeping after you take these rocks they’re yours... and from now on let all the drums pound, the oud strings snap scream to the void, together. We’ll cough up blood

blood blood Since the world is so cruel, Unbecoming our heart. Let all the drums echo,

what comes from the void strike what fills the void echoes in the void See how the one sleeping on ashes is coughing up blood blood blood let them know

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