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Mustafa Köz
WAKING UP
Three workers are blending the sky. Winter. Monotonousfathomless. Everything must fall in its own place. Because
the eye is our table. A lost paper,
an old desk pad, a sooty lantern.
We should start everything again,
Morning should be sharpened like a pencil.
UYANMAK
UYANMAK
Gökyüzünü karıyor üç işçi. Kış. Tekdüzeanlaşılmaz. Her şeyi yerli yerine koymalı
göz, masamızdır çünkü. Yiten bir kâğıt,
eski bir sumen, fanusu kararmış bir lâmba.
Yeniden başlamalı her şeye,
bir kurşunkalem gibi açılmalı sabah.
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WAKING UP
Three workers are blending the sky. Winter. Monotonousfathomless. Everything must fall in its own place. Because
the eye is our table. A lost paper,
an old desk pad, a sooty lantern.
We should start everything again,
Morning should be sharpened like a pencil.
WAKING UP
Three workers are blending the sky. Winter. Monotonousfathomless. Everything must fall in its own place. Because
the eye is our table. A lost paper,
an old desk pad, a sooty lantern.
We should start everything again,
Morning should be sharpened like a pencil.
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