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Poem

Salih Bolat

THIS DOUBT

into cold water a pony presses its forehead
into a yard under the rain the light slips
this must be what severs me from the brightness
this image
this doubt.

a cleft in the mirror
your eyes excreted
the rock salt the beasts lick
all that is left to me.

ZAN

ZAN

bir tay soğuk suya tutuyor alnını
yağmurlu bir avluya giriyor ışık
beni aydınlıktan ayıran şey bu olmalı
bu görüntü
bu zan.

bakışlarından boşalan aynada
açılan oyuk
hayvanların yaladığı kaya tuzu
bana kalan.
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THIS DOUBT

into cold water a pony presses its forehead
into a yard under the rain the light slips
this must be what severs me from the brightness
this image
this doubt.

a cleft in the mirror
your eyes excreted
the rock salt the beasts lick
all that is left to me.

THIS DOUBT

into cold water a pony presses its forehead
into a yard under the rain the light slips
this must be what severs me from the brightness
this image
this doubt.

a cleft in the mirror
your eyes excreted
the rock salt the beasts lick
all that is left to me.
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