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Koray Feyiz
Poems
Oct 2016
sartorial
I mean the rain you drop in my voice
like a cloth cut by scissors, bridling its mare
and my hand sniggering in lust
though a smell of a banana
in an old part of this city, all alone
in hotel rooms and on brass beds
dirtiest hours of my face
a sartor with winter night face.
Koray Feyiz
(Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)
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Koray Feyiz
Turkey
(Turkey)
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