4. Verse

Nurduran Duman

Translated from Turkish by Andrew Wessels

anyone pulled from their roots, from their soil, waits for the time they’ll meet again.

 

if it didn’t expand if it crumbled the moment is a question

i make every book Ney they walk along my chest to dreams
the words wipe away the names i engrave
they should wake up and open the pages to the moment
the breath knows that it turns to ice and returns to steam

we are question marks i make Nur the night that pushes lifetime away
from no scratches to the square. now engrave, Ney
is the first hydrogen atom we never met included in the moment
the ah’s, oh’s, ooh’s that accumulated in us
my life’s call is sleep’s silence

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