Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

To live on the earth is to become part of it
To strike down roots that won't pull free

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

To your utmost, listen to every beautiful song

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

No matter how much the joy, your life should be filled with yearning

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

How awful always to take refuge in known words
A person should let himself go.

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

They were eyes, that while gazing on the world
Rendered it brilliant with meaning

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

I was going to write a poem, I was stifling, fed up with old things

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

Distant lands should draw you, people you don't know

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

Who can know anything best of all
What does it mean to know anything best
Which religion doesn't grow old

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

In the most affirming places of their love
Suddenly they grew tired, out of breath
Little by little they felt the death
Of some places left in darkness

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

Writing poems is perhaps the loveliest deception
Later they'll make a picture or something, then go and drink wine

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

I do not remember any other term when the force that had captured the political power in this country had become so vulgar as it is today, so corrupt, and so hypocritical; when the legal system had been so downtrodden, deteriorated, collapsed and turned into a means of cruelty.

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

I want to write poetry, I'm bored, disgusted by my habits
If I stop thinking and put my hands down perhaps I will have much to say
I'm scurrying to the attic like a solitary bug
Before you become old and ugly, I must kiss you on the nose

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

I've learned some things from having lived:
If you're alive, experience largely, merge with rivers, heavens, cosmos
For what we call living is a gift given to life
And life is a gift bestowed upon us

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

Once more in that hour of darkness
In dark black waters they arise
Dark songs pass before their eyes
They lie awake gazing into darkness

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

Death, one experiences alone
Love is a two-person thing

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

Creativity is a hidden gem. Education is needed to uncover it.

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

The poet should be responsible to the poem.

Ataol Behramoglu
Ataol Behramoglu

A poem is a living organism.