Autumn-winter 2004
 

 

  Autumn-winter 2004

  EXILE (Poems)
  Hakan ALBAYRAK
 
 

Exile
-to ammar, with love-


a railway station in hungary
local trains
where could lead, this train arriving right now?
and if it were not for the lion of africa, I would be weeping bitterly
In this book, there is something of your lost country
wind scented with musk
taking you to your mother
who caresses your broken heart
your mother who drops a kiss on your cheek
the train leaves
you are not vanishing, but, yes, you are leaving



A Boat on the Nile

i am mad about asia, doctor, canít help it
and my heart breaks for africa
every step I make, my dreams have the scent of bukhara
and sahara
and madagascar
and others

i do understand, doctor, europe is our destiny
exalted, I listen to you singing the marching songs
and I want my boat to be on the nile
and sahara
and madagascar
and others


(2000)


IF FREIGHT-TRAINS WERENíT PASSING THROUGH THE PLACE I CAME FROM
sir, I could play at the stock exchange
i might stay in the school
i could stay with that woman
when I was born on my forehead there was the sign
saying that i was a lost soul
I could also stay
I could love the country
If freight-trains were not passing
through the place I come from.




I STILL TRUST THE SEA

son, the song hear in the background is over
pilotís appendix has burst into pieces
plane is falling down
and, although it is nice to hear: to die together
i chose to jump out
i may fall into the sea
and perhaps some ship will come by