POET: HASAN ILDIZ 

AGAIN

I’m cutting my vineyard’s hair again I’m undressing again under the rain Native woman with bare shoulders. I only know your name And I see his arms getting shorter and shorter In this cold and dark season From your short hair That he was hung on wires. birds nest I didn’t break it, I don’t break it I’m waiting for spring Your dry eyes Exploding one by one Let the hair I cut grow back That Firik woman gives birth again… I’m slowly wetting the roots of my vineyard I want that underground water from Hades like a hungry child I feed the soil I know The woman hanging on these wires Your song is the most beautiful wine It will leak from her breast I know how ecstatic you are He will lose his mind from your kiss.

Hasan Ildız