Poetry - Two Poems By Turgut Uyar - "Mostly, It's Yours" and "It Hurts"

Largely, It is Yours

by Turgut Uyar

Inform me to whom now it belongs this apple that I peel with care

You know that all I do with care now belongs to you

A man on his way to the water let's say ought to he tilt his shoulder

The sun, the water and the tilt of his shoulder all belong to you

You stand up, you befit your name, and you are correct

The globe that darkens as you know often belongs to you

The darkening globe is an ember of fire for a new rose

The noble darkness left more than from a fire's ember belongs to you

You took a previous with experiments, you came and painted the new nicely

I know it you ought to know it too the initial illumination belongs to you

The water that I adore is the genuine brother of your water

The powers abandoned by your water now belong to you

Since you hold love a weapon every little thing that you hold

The whistle that holds every thing adore a warning belongs to you

It is all yours O eternal-giver what ever exists enjoy life

Do not hold your breath, expand, the core and the shell belong to you

O the most gorgeous view of a waterfall pouring more than the flowers

My really like, my infinity, what ever exists and does not exist in this globe all belong to you.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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It Hurts

by Turgut Uyar

I want to speak about unhappiness

Vertical and horizontal unhappiness

The excellent unhappiness of humankind

My appreciate hurts

We've lived one thing complete of mystery

And they lived that more than there

Mistaking the way a mountain was bent

For its joy.

1st of all, the unhappiness of course

Really like a bar in a tiny town

The way its laughter would hit the sunshine

But would not be reflected more than here

That's, the syphilis that a person's got from a fading rose

The tuberculosis that somebody else got from yet another lady

The history of all workplace buildings

My really like hurts.

"I pity my enjoy" says somebody

Even a kid with a wonderful eye

Did not have a summer season that protected.

I have no thought what should really be mentioned.

My appreciate hurts

The ships are nevertheless passing by

The mountains will light up and darken once again

And that is all.

My stance is to uncover a lot of factors and jump with joy

Fall has arrived O sorrow

Spring has arrived O black sorrow

O you, the smartest particular person on earth

From time to time in the midst of summer time in broad daylight

My adore hurts

No matter whom I like

Or no matter who loves me.

September has packed up its bags and left you see

October etcetera will too be gone ahead of long

Darn major horses that sink into history

Just sink into history, that is all.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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