Sabahattin Kudret Aksal

(...)
Why are you looking at me
with your eyes fixed on me
one light isn't similar to another

SPEAKING

I was speaking and speaking and speaking,
Right next to you; the sun covered with weed in the
ancient language
of constellations. I turned quiet, you woke in
my silence!

POETRY

I am silent. As soon as I turn silent I feel that it
begins poetry.
Right beside me, that shadow without shadows keeps
waiting to speak.