Beethoven's Moonlight played
of me it melted all things living
and time. In the glittering of moonlight
the departing bone of soul
broken up, somewhere,
inwards into eternity; into love.
the songs I knew were forgotten
On the streets departing sounds were waltzing in wind.
And God's voice could be heard
Speaking from the stones
On the entirety of nature; and on destiny.
THE STORY OF THE PAINTING
of ABIDIN DINO**
Lights of the cosmos; rain;
hidden in dust clouds
the roads of kings and the wars.
Who made these jokes for us.
* the poems were written by
Erkut Tokman (and translated
from the Turkish) as he left
his city, Istanbul, for army
service in the south.
Poet's dedication: the painting by Abidin
was the artist's response to a question by
Hikmet, the twentieth-century Turkish poet.
Nazim Hikmet's question:
you draw the picture of happiness, Abidin?'