Peacetrain and Thehandsome,
It is OK. You know I opened this thread to draw people's attention to a particular matter. That's why I felt the need of showing reaction.

This is Poetry and Literature section and I don't want you to hijack yet another thread. If you want to continue with this irrelevant discussion, please use Offtopic section.

Well that is quite right Geniuda. Nevertheless, we must give a little credit to translators too. They are the Don Quichots of literature. They are trying to achieve what seems to be inachievable. If it weren't through their efforts, cultures would not be able to interact with one another as much as they do now. For example, I don't understand Russian but I know who Pushkin is simply because I can access poetry translated from him.

Love is a cicada in my ear hole
-To be dressed doth a man wear
and a woman so to be bare-
Since they thusly desire
I see all women naked

{Love is a thrill, men get dressed just to be dressed but women (as he finds them so beautiful) were meant to get dressed to get naked. *1}

In my perineum a new born kitten
keeps licking my manhood
My pulse is throbbing on my temple
Then a summer rain befalls
Not blood but a whitish dope
comes out of my schlong

{In my humanself there is something that drives me; it keeps sending me impulses *2. I am so excited my pulse throbs on my temple. Then the moment of climax comes. Out of this strong emotion, no harm comes about but just this gift or reward.}

Cicadas are still whizzing
They are just a little wet now

{Love is still in the air but it has taken a new form.}



*1 In sex, there is desire and ambition and this ambition is directed to the other sex (-usually-) in other words if a woman were to write a poem she would use the same words for a man and everyone would congratulate her.
*2 Actually the cat is a symbol. It represents the sex drive or the hormones. There is no cat in other words.

I agree...

EROTICISM
Love is a cicada in my ear hole
-To be dressed doth a man wear
and a woman so to be bare-
Since they thusly desire
I see all women naked

In my perineum a new born kitten
keeps licking my manhood
My pulse is throbbing on my temple
Then a summer rain befalls
Not blood but a whitish dope
comes out of my schlong

Cicadas are still whizzing
They are just a little wet now


This is my attempt. As the other thread has gone out of control, I am starting a new one. I've found thehandsome's translation very good but there are many ways to translate a poem and when the poet is Yucel there are indeed many.

There is no shame in art. It is all about humans. Authors, storytellers and poets have a license to reflect human nature without any restrictions. They can narrate things with an omniscient point of view.

Although not a personal favourite; at least, this one makes me wonder about the inexplicable sexual thoughts that pass through people's minds. Are we all innocent? What is innocence in the first place?

Well, I am a male driver and I drive way too slowly and I don't know anyone of the tricks pros boast of. Nevertheless, I have not got involved in a single accident so far.

Congratulations Leelu. I would actually pay you help me improve my nonexisting driving skill.