Now we have reached for a new horizon <br />from now on <br />my beloved we are not alone <br />though the nights last long <br />though the nights are dark <br />we are not afraid of anything <br />we are safe now <br />the frightening things and the world <br />are all aloof <br />to live like that looks like being in love <br />with only yourself..all alone <br />bur managing to be not alone <br />one breath away from death <br />even lying in a dungeon <br />I go to fishing at dawns <br />in stagnant waters <br />in flowing clean waters <br />It is me <br />abandonning work at all counters <br />at an evening spring <br />I am not amongst the four surrounding walls <br />I am in rice-fields <br />in cotton fields <br />and in tabacco factories <br />I am in karcadag <br />in cukuruova plain <br />in cibali in istanbul <br />with their poisonous blind serpents <br />and with their malaria fevers <br />which hunt human beings for twenty-hours a day <br />there are rice kernels in karacadag <br />like the tears of a little girl <br />with a row of beads on her ankles <br />and a big blue bead on her shoulder <br />to protect from the evil eye <br />she is a girl left from a nomadic tribe <br />forgotten on the top of a mountain <br />shivering and crying <br />her rice kernels look like water drops <br />and are transperents <br />her rice kernels are served to the tables <br />of the gentlemen and of the wealties <br />and of the lords <br />carried by lorries and mule caravans <br />oh my cukurova plain <br />my swaddling- cloth..my white coffin <br />her blood brownish <br />her face white <br />even the hardest stones crack under her hot climate <br />but never crack the hearts of the labourers <br />If she desires <br />yields the cotton whiter than the clouds <br />and smoother than the froth<br /><br />Metin Sahin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-not-alone-i/
