DILRUBA NURAY ERENLER

DILRUBA NURAY ERENLER

Pomegranate Kisses

the climate is rough crowd

the one who saved his life

it grows like a voice of love

rose leaf at the end of the thorn

from the volcano lava

guide the women to their foreheads

quiet, zero-gravity

the shadow of cyanide

happiness in front of the door

beştaş game in Yusuf well

for the moment

a red leprechaun

no logging

the curve of the unnamed us threshold

scarlet of joy

illegal street

that separates the moment from the unhappy moment

what a snore

dozens of unstoppable stones in his hut

your eyes without the muzzle

I'm not gonna let you go

I keep  pomegranate kisses

TRANSLATION : MURAT YURDAKUL

Sleep The Night In Your Chest

         

                    a long thin cloud

                    dove sleepy

             to the bubbling bubble of pain.

I have to catch up.

                    bird nails in his hand

                    it's over the mountains

             the joy of breaking your heart

I have to touch

                 the smoke break that sits in my eyes

                 which rules live

              Church of Synagogue Mosque

I should scream

             the last wind I've swung away

                    a silent Angel deceives 

                    he attacked me.

I should be sorry

                    nice writing

                    if I return

sleep in the chest of the night

TRANSLATION : MURAT YURDAKUL

Sürela

the light of time

the eyelash that brings you back to the day

unspeakable pain in the sign

the flower that says " no " to war

the Silk in the cocoon

Astrid denial

The Curse of a tongue that breaks the chest

     

the shirt of the wavy climate

Snow White Swan

life on the winding

when searching for his first word from a human revelation

poetry, at the dinner table

open for love

death, loss of rain

my mother's Spring is coming, cerene.

crossing borders

no running at ten

we don't forget it, you know.

"now I think poetry is your face"

(*) Sabahattin Ali

sürela - tan time red

TRANSLATION : MURAT YURDAKUL

DILRUBA NURAY ERENLER

DILRUBA NURAY ERENLER: Poet, teacher. Put the night to sleep on my bed while the Moon is blooming , the Mother of the poetry of  Sürela. Cemal Süreya, owner of  Enver Gökçe poetry awards. Participant at the International poetry festival. She is a member of many literary and artistic organizations , activist.