Poems by Arslan Bayir from Turkey

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Arslan Bayır

Tell, Hemingway
For whom the bells toll now
I don’t think it’s for Madrid streets
Siren sounds evoke
Screams of Mesopotamia
On the poems of Lorca
Blue-eyed, black-eyed and
Green otter-eyed children
Wake up during sunrise
While blue sky emits
First lights to the world
Baghdad burns in embers
Fog of a bomb
Blocks the sun
Children wants to see the sun
Time is almost over
All hopes will be plunged into darkness
They will not play skittles
On the narrow streets of Baghdad

For whom the bells will toll this time
Cold and dark fear will surround
Childrens’ eyes
They won’t comb their hair
Across the mirror
A crazy whistle will sorround
A piece of iron will inflict woinds on their bodies
In the cruelty of life
In Bagdath or
In anywhere else


Autumn is here
The wind is blowing warm
The leaves are laying down one by one
Upon the earth
They quietly and calmly
Meet the brown earth.
Oh, you yellow leaf,
Where do you show your soul?
If you would just give me a sign though.


Here is the train leaving
Then again
One more
My hopes are like wagons
They are all gone one after another.
The waiting room is full then empty again
The arriving passengers greeted the waiting ones
Yet I was not greeted
Just like my hopes.
It’s only me now
In this empty waiting room
And the waiting hours that don’t seem to run
And my lost hopes.


In my mountains
I will be free
Where all the fake things
Are free of emotions.
As long as I’m still breathing
I will shout
In a festive mood
Everything that will happen
I will laugh at and I will get through it
I will grass in the cool waters
In the bosom of a river
Since always.
Even if they say we’re cold
I won’t mind
Because I will be free
From all these false feelings
And love.