Where do your eyes come from?
Where have you come from
From the river!
But why are your eyes not green?
it seems that the river hasn’t flowed from your eyes
your eyes never looked in the river
the river never looked in your eyes
or perhaps you have never looked inside yourself
it seems you left nothing of your eyes in the river
had you cried on its bank your tears would have mingled
and your eyes make peace with the river
but you haven’t been able to glance in its waters
you left it not one gazelle from your Autumn
nor even one lotus flower from your bliss
it seems you’ve left your inner source as dry as a well
your eyes have not dived in the depths of a river
a river’s made not only of its flowing, it has shadow
an eye is made not only of its seeing, but reflection
you’ve never let your eyelashes unfurl in the shade
for lashes need coolness, they lengthen in the cool,
when your eyes were so bare, so sun-filled, full of glances
they might have calmed with the mercy of your lashes,
had you looked in the river your eyes may have been lulled,
even the shadow of the river may have stilled your eyes
and so they would have healed, been able to see night, to see within you,
your lashes could have fallen into the well of dreams
from the bareness of your dessicated eyes,
and your dreams have fallen from your blank sleeplessness
You must have looked not in a river, but a well
as rivers are plumbed with sight, and wells with sound
people get a darkblack voice from gazes deep as wells
it seems the river never passed through your eyes
not even the shadow of the river passed through,
you eyes seem to have plummeted into a well,
people’s eyes take their colour from things that they love
from love, from the river, from olives, from grapes, from reflection
had your eyes come from the river
your soul would have looked at me
if from the river your eyes had come
they would have flowed into me
we would have flowed into each other…
…
Your eyes do not come from the river
perhaps from solitude
perhaps from a wasteland
perhaps from desolation
and maybe your eyes
come from your tears…
.
©Haydar Ergülen, ‘Gözleriniz Nereden Geliyor’, Aşk şirrleri Antolojisi, Kırımızı Kedi Yayınevi
©Translated by Caroline Stockford at the 2013 Cunda International Workshop for Translators of Turkish Literature (TECCA)
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