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ÜÇÜNCÜ ŞAHSIN ŞİİRİ-Atilla Ilhan
Gözlerin gözlerime degince,
felaketim olurdu aglardim.
Beni sevmiyordun bilirdim,
bir sevdigin vardi duyardim.
Çöp gibi bir oglan ipince,
hayirsizin biriydi fikrimce.
Ne vakit karsimda görsem,
öldürecegimden korkardim,
felaketim olurdu aglardim.
Ne vakit Maçka'dan geçsem,
limanda hep gemiler olurdu.
Agaçlar kus gibi gülerdi,
bir rüzgar aklimi alirdi.
Sessizce bir cigara yakardin,
parmaklarimin ucunu yakardin,
kirpiklerini egerdin bakardin.
Üsürdüm içim ürperirdi,
felaketim olurdu aglardim.
Aksamlar bir roman gibi biterdi.
Jezabel kan içinde yatardi.
Limandan bir gemi giderdi,
sen kalkip ona giderdin.
Benzin mum gibi giderdin,
sabaha kadar kalirdin.
Hayirsizin biriydi fikrimce,
güldü mü cenazeye benzerdi.
Hele seni kollarina aldi mi;
felaketim olurdu aglardim.
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POEM OF THIRD PERSON
whenever your eyes touched mine
It was my tragedy, I would cry
You never loved me, I would know
You loved someone, i would hear
A slim boy, like a beanstalk
He was unfaithful I thought
Whenever I saw him
I was afraid I would kill him
It was my tragedy, I would cry
Whenever I went through Macka
There were always ships in docks
The trees were like laughing birds
The breeze would blow my mind away
You would light a cigarette in silence
You would light my fingertips
You would curve your eyelashes and look
I would feel cold, my heart would tremble
It was my tragedy, I would cry
The nights would finish like a novel
Jezabel would lay in blood
A ship would take off from the dock
You would take off to him
You would go pale faced
You would stay until the morning
He was unfaithful I thought
When he laughed, it was like a funural
Especially, when he took you in his arms
It was my tragedy, I would cry
My attempt BTW
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