- The first thing I'm looking for in a work of art is originality. It's about
seeing the unseen, catching things no other people caught before. This includes poetry.
- Imagination is probably the copilot of this work which is the helper of our focus. From time to time, writing becomes a habit, just like a food that gives us energy.
- My inspiration can be anything. Anything that interests me, anything that I have
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Deniz Atay Poems
The Extant Song
With whom I dive below the sky In the silver rain like a tranquil cry Into golden seas - beyond the glow I hear her eyes singing lullaby.
Dinlenirken sessiz, tozlu bir odada, Taş gibi ezilmiş, kumlar gibi gezinmiş, Küller gibi umutsuz; kuru, yıpranmış, kokusuz Çayırlar ve bahçeler içimden geçiverir.
Songs of You
I Come to me as a dream, Where flowers of dusk
The First Bloom
I would be the echo in your thrill - Merely a sound of the nature A posy in your hands, or a chill -maybe- in a distant pasture.
Time—in whose arms we drown Under the moon semi mauve And the waves turn upside down As we're like a cloud and its rain;
When tender is the night, and the woods are deep And the only light - as Orion's - piercing the dark, Gazing a child in his sleep - child whomever he fears He wishes he has gone, and left him to his sound sleep.
Come to my garden and smell The vivid mimosas Each glimmer upon your spell When yours is all roses.
Your Beauty Once Was Gold
Your beauty once was gold - Brightly sung -From the soothing voice of dusk To a hooting owl behind the mask-
Lonesome hands... Dew-like. Shaking in the snowy cold Before the day's first sunlight. Is this whiteness the cause of
I sometimes look at a pure beauty, And I seek it above, that I can reach Those touches of the brush, and feel it Within my bluest sense and reddest desire.
Life Is But A Dream
Life is but a dream - A day-night scene - As we're still waiting To be waken by somebody.
A Polar Bear
If each breathe is a frozen sleep If each exhale is a pleasure deep And if blurs sail over the ocean And my eyes; the only vision
Joy Is Unattainable
Though I wait, and time overpasses by a mile It still seems as a perfect lie To me, that; the recent palate is transparent - You never know it is to die.
A Lonesome Rose - #1
I saw thee in a dream, Around thou, there was no gleam.. Only thine! On a park down-town, Amid the greenery, sown
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The Extant Song
With whom I dive below the sky
In the silver rain like a tranquil cry
Into golden seas - beyond the glow
I hear her eyes singing lullaby.
Like an old man's hand, the wind is slow
And the eyes are less merry than mellow
And the heart is dark, as a pearl so deep
And her silence is as white as snow.
But when she speaks in a pure short sleep
And hums her notes like lovebirds cheep
I find her words between the lines
I see her face in the garden I keep.
In her sadness I see her smiles -
Just watch how night goes by miles -
If beauty is one, hers ...