Poetry – Two Poems By Turgut Uyar – “Typically, It really is Yours” and “It Hurts”

Generally, It’s Yours

by Turgut Uyar

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

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

A man on his way to the h2o let us say need to he tilt his shoulder

The sunlight, the h2o and the tilt of his shoulder all belong to you

You stand up, you befit your identify, and you might be correct

The entire world that darkens as you know frequently belongs to you

The darkening world is an ember of hearth for a new rose

The noble darkness still left about from a fire’s ember belongs to you

You took a earlier with experiments, you came and painted the new well

I know it you really should know it as well the to start with illumination belongs to you

The h2o that I like is the genuine brother of your drinking water

The powers deserted by your water now belong to you

Mainly because you keep like a weapon everything that you hold

The whistle that holds everything like a warning belongs to you

It is all yours O everlasting-giver no matter what exists like life

Don’t maintain your breath, grow, the main and the shell belong to you

O the most gorgeous watch of a waterfall pouring about the flowers

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

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)


It Hurts

by Turgut Uyar

I want to chat about unhappiness

Vertical and horizontal unhappiness

The ideal unhappiness of humankind

My really like hurts

We’ve lived a little something entire of mystery

And they lived that more than there

Mistaking the way a mountain was bent

For its joy.

Initially of all, the unhappiness of training course

Like a bar in a modest town

The way its laughter would strike the sunshine

But would not be reflected in excess of below

That is, the syphilis that someone’s received from a fading rose

The tuberculosis that somebody else obtained from a different woman

The historical past of all office structures

My enjoy hurts.

“I pity my like” suggests another person

Even a child with a stunning eye

Did not have a summer time that shielded.

I have no strategy what should really be said.

My love hurts

The ships are continue to passing by

The mountains will light up and darken yet again

And that’s all.

My stance is to discover a lot of points and bounce with pleasure

Drop has arrived O sorrow

Spring has arrived O black sorrow

O you, the smartest human being on earth

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

My adore hurts

No make a difference whom I like

Or no matter who loves me.

September has packed up its baggage and still left you see

October etcetera will also be gone before very long

Darn large horses that sink into heritage

Just sink into heritage, which is all.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)