NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 83

Semi Circle Butterfly TRANSLATED FROM TURKISH BY ANDREW WESSELS TRANSLATED FROM TURKISH BY ANDREW WESSELS To search for that lost line with a cursed life I traded myself from salt I have built walls to the sea one step to my house with two rooms plucked one day from life placed in a checkered notebook many, dried I became destitute engraving true castles I buried death in my right eye I couldn’t fit my living into the earth I drank from the magic water, I swam… so my mind is blurred To write that lost line I settled with a cursed love I had deformed midnights I loved the cesspool of words i hooked a place on your surface how much the woman wanted meaning inside, though, layer upon layer, the houses are floating: a better exit according to the seasons there is no blue here, too, in the sky, the visible sky nirvana! i accepted and i believed that one day from its page i break off the checkered books I wove relationships into cotton thread I didn’t break whoever I drew, I drew apart whoever I touch is woven a half circle above I passed inland seas of love 81 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE and so my one side always split BRN-FALL-2013.indb 81 9/13/13 12:48 AM