take this pen from my hand take the bleeding words
I'm talking of death don't you understand, raise your heads
raise your heads high don't stay outside don't let wintermultiply on the threshold
oh my god is that wild-garbed dawn opening up at five again
don't let them blind theskylarks don't let the poets die young
what season are we in did it snow on your hair
I can't see a branch wich stays green for four seasons
do you know the sadness of a girl who's an open flower thathas not been smelled
why doesn't the cloud cry for the child's lost balloon
why do fire and gunpowder run to each other out of desperation
hey hasan hüseyin are these pangs forbiden me
what does one have to do to make waiting bad and living good
1983-84
Translated by Richard McKane
