you should try i think,that would be great!Btw,you can also deal with Andrzej Bursa)))not much about him in English as well.

I do not have time too for totally diferrent reasons then yours..in that case of two pressumed busy translators  our great poets will have to wait...

 this one is still waiting for translation .. .

You can read minds Birdie, Bursa is one of my fav too,

"Boorish syllogism"

You´ll get nothing beautiful for free
the sunset is free
so it´s not beautiful
but to puke in a prima sorta restaurant
you have to pay for the booze

ergo
a loo in a nighclub is beautiful
and sunset isn´t

I´ll tell you it´s all crap

I have seen a sunset
and a loo in a nightclub

I see no particular difference

I also had in mind translating Kaczmarki but...sometime never probably

 Now you are mind´s reader

i am succumbed to Kaczmarski

enjoy

http://stormbringer.wrzuta.pl/film/mFXlGbXMw1/

from Guayabero-a book of tea by Piotr Madej

Polish university lecturer,English literature translator.. a poet,fascinating man

Ajah learns to walk

inside my head

with flowers bloom

and no one understands the the crazy wind speaks

in her hair

so blonde

a gauze butterfly basks in the sun

beetroot leaves wave

i think of the word chaos

and conclude we dance

the undancing dance

Ajah loves the summer breeze

and lips wet with butter

Every dawn she is ready

to build castles made of sands

in her eyes i drown

and Life whispers secrets to me

Thankful for every gesture

I witness the growth of Ajah

He died....in May last year being only 35..leaving Ajah and his posthumus child..sad,isn´t it

A dark and narrow road with high walls

A door opening to eternity and beyond, it is you

An eye dazzling radiance

Your warmth is coming from far away like the sun

Sometimes, I run , I walked and I got tired 

It was your eyes enlightened my soul when lost in darkness

In fact, it was difficult to endure without your hands in mine

A hope, moving away when it is closer

A door opening to euphoria, to your love and beyond, it is you

my try Cenk

Special are the days when I think of you
Special are the nights when you´re in my dreams

Oh the pain...the longing
to be touched by you...Kissed by you

I wake up from a dream
To reach out but you´re not there

It wasn´t at all what it seemed
I only long to have you here
to see you...feel you...TASTE you

I want you to be with me...inside of me

To give you all the love you´re due
To show you what true lover can really be

You´re already in my heart...in my soul
it took you to make me completely whole.

 Thank you so much handsom for translation ..

 is this poem yours? very good ..

Thank you, it is a beautiful poem.

Makes you fill limitless and ... universal, in a way to speak.

I find myself lately looking up classical poets and writers. Somehow i long for sistematic, rules in composing. A formality which adds to the content. It is like adding manners to human attitude, sort of, on a profan point of view...

New one for today ,

Bir güzellik var uzaklarda ,
BÝr elmas gibi, camýn arkasýnda sergilenen
Dokunamayacagýn kadar uzak, görebilecegin kadar yakýn.
Parýltýsýyla insaný büyüleyen bir mücevher.

Paketledim acýlarý bugün büyük bir kolinin içine,
Sýmsýký bantladým, baðladým düðüm düðüm,
Bir gün býkarsan bu sevdadan, lütfen hatýrla sözlerimi,
Unutulmaz bu yürekte sevgin, unutamadan ölürüm...

Cenk..