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 [Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)]
 
 Hurt once and for all into silence.
 A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
 Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
 When you glinted in every eye the held-high
 razor, shivering every ram and son?
 And now the silent loony bin, where
 The shadows live in the rafters like
 Day-weary bats,
 Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
 lures them to exaggerate
 Mountain-size on the white stone wall
 
Your tiny limp.
 How can I leave you in such a house?
 Are there no more saints and wizards
 to praise their ways with pupils,
 No more evil to stun with the slap
 of a wet red tongue?
 Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
 and rest because he had finally come?
 Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
 I have entered under this dark roof
 As fearlessly as an honoured son
 Enters his father's house. 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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