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I'm in the street, in a street all lonely Walking, walking and never looking back At the point my path is mingled with the black I seem to see a phantom wait for me
Ashen clouds overcast the darkling sky Lightening bolts seek the chimneys of homes In this midnight only two who sleepless roam I here am one and there the sidewalks lie
Drop by drop a collects in me At the head of every street the demons wait The houses fix their gaze, dark black and great, On me, like blindmen with their eyes ripped free
The sidewalks, mother to the suffering Sidewalks, the person who has lived in me Sidewalks, sound heard when all sounds cease to be Sidewalks, a language within me ing
I'll not give up life in a soft embrace I am the child nursed at this sidewalk's breast Please let no morning on this dark street rest On this dark street let me ever run my race
Let me go on and the road, let us not stay Let the lamps flow past me like a flood Let hungry dogs hear the click-clack of my tread Let there be an arch, vaulted in gloom, on my way
Let the daytimes be yours, give me darknesses Let me not walk in light nor to eyes appear As in a damp quilt let me wrap myself here Cover me, cover me in their cool darknesses
If my body, full-length on these stones could lie If these cold stones would draw the fever from my brow Like these streets plunging into uncanny drowse If only the sidewalks' melancholy mate would die.
KALDIRIMLAR-1
Sokaktayım, kimsesiz bir sokak ortasında; Yürüyorum, arkama bakmadan yürüyorum. Yolumun karanlığa saplanan noktasında, Sanki beni bekleyen bir hayâl görüyorum.
Kara gökler kül rengi bulutlarla kapanık; Evlerin bacasını kolluyor yıldırımlar. İn cin uykuda, yalnız iki yoldaş uyanık; Biri benim, biri de serseri kaldırımlar.
İçimde damla damla bir korku birikiyor; Sanıyorum, her sokak başını kesmiş devler... Üstüme camlarını, hep simsiyah, dikiyor; Gözüne mil çekilmiş bir âmâ gibi evler.
Kaldırımlar, çilekeş yalnızların annesi; Kaldırımlar, içimde yaşamış bir insandır. Kaldırımlar, duyulur, ses kesilince sesi; Kaldırımlar, içimde kıvrılan bir lisandır.
Bana düşmez can vermek, yumuşak bir kucakta; Ben bu kaldırımların emzirdiği çocuğum! Aman, sabah olmasın, bu karanlık sokakta; Bu karanlık sokakta bitmesin yolculuğum!
Ben gideyim, yol gitsin, ben gideyim, yol gitsin; İki yanımdan aksın, bir sel gibi fenerler. Tak, tak, ayak sesimi aç köpekler işitsin; Yolumun zafer tâkı, gölgeden taş kemerler.
Ne sabahı göreyim, ne sabah görüneyim; Gündüzler size kalsın, verin karanlıkları! Islak bir yorgan gibi, sımsıkı bürüneyim; Örtün, üstüme örtün, serin karanlıkları.
Uzanıverse gövdem, taşlara boydan boya; Alsa buz gibi taşlar alnımdan bu ateşi. Dalıp, sokaklar kadar esrarlı bir uykuya, Ölse, kaldırımların kara sevdalı eşi..
NECİP FAZIL KISAKÜREK
I hope you have a excellent Tuesday my sweet friend!
Nothing makes the earth so spacious as to have friends at a distance.
Hello my sweet friend Thank you for your friendship I wish you one days full of sunshine with pleasure, happiness and peace Love and kiss from your friend Marianne
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