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ATAOL BEHRAMOGLU 1942

ISTANBUL

I?m drawing an Istanbul on my chest

With my thumb, in the shape of a butterfly;

In front of the mirror like a child

I?m stroking my face and my hair.



Any bit of sea from Kadiköy

A half-empty tram from Þiþli

From samatya, perhaps From Sultanahmet,

I remember fig trees.



I?m drawing an istanbul on my chest

With my thumb, in the shape of a butterfly,

I haven?t much hope, I?m a bit tired,

I like my eyes best.