otuz yas
 

* guzelim bir metin celal $iiri.



-otuz ya$-



hep soruyorum

bir insanin kac hayat hikayesi vardir

ve yalan olan hangisidir



unutup yillarca sicak kalan duygulari

nasildir bir $ehri yeniden du$unmek



denizin kizarmasini

i$kencede kaybolanlari

kazikli yollari

ba$ka ve ayni olan kimligimizi



$ehir yikilirken ustumuze

tum caddeleri ve sokaklariyla

yutarken ali$kanliklar insani

ve degi$irken sokak adlari

kim guvenir buyuye

su falina, vadeli mevduata



tabii ki yalniz kendime inaniyorum

inanclarin en degi$mez olanina

jestler ve baki$larla olu$an dile

on emrin sonuncusuna



kamuya ili$kin ehliyetim yok

kollarim arkadan bagli

uydurma a$klar ve mutlu evlilikler

bana yaki$ir



hayatin sakin sularinda beklerken

mudur cocuklari nasil sinif gecer

budur benim merakim

burnumu kari$tirmak

ve doktorculuk oynamak



yanilmadiniz, coktandir yalnizim.



metin celal



ic. "cumhuriyet donemi cagda$ turk $iiri antolojisi", haz. metin celal, papirus yayinlari, 1.b., istanbul-$ubat 1998, s. 474-475.



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bu $iirin, metin celal'in kendi antolojisine almi$ oldugu iki $iirden biri oldugu ayrica notlanmali.



digeri icin



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ingilizcesi:



-the age of 30-



i always ask

how many life stories does a man have

and which one is the fake



how would it be to think of a city again,

forgetting those feelings that have remained cozy for years,

of a sea that turned scarlet

of those who got missing while being tortured

of roads built on stakes

of our identity that is different and the same



while the city collapsing down upon us

with all its avenues and streets

while habits swallowing people

and while the street names being changed

who could believe in magic,

or fortune-telling by water or time deposit



surely i believe in myself,

the most constant of all beliefs

the language consisting of gestures and looks

the last of the ten commandments



i have no license regarding the society

my arms are tied behind my back

fake loves and happy marriages

just become me



while waiting in the still waters of life

the following is the thing that keeps my mind busy

how do managers' kids pass their class

picking my nose

playing doctor



you got it, i have been so lonely for ages



translated by zeynep akkus



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