LIGHT AS A FEATHER

For Chick Corea

YOU'RE EVERYTHING
The silken morning webs are stretched
at the door swinging and swinging in early hours
dew blowing away
voice intruded by the sun

anything set last night as we were
looking for you is dispersed by now.

LIGHT AS A FEATHER
By the privilege of a mist bound day,
with a fineness of sooty water, did lie down on the paper and wind
clinging first on the hair
blues and yellows and blues
around the girls ready before anything else
on the tip of the bold brush,
guided by the voice
that touched them and suited

and in the background,
in the feathery light of magic pot
stood autumnal beauty.

CAPTAIN MARVEL
The sea decides to ebb
from where she reserved for herself.

Thinking of the landing.

Then the falcon also together with him.
Turns out to be a wading bird, to be a fish.

A weary ship burning.
Herself unseen to us.

500 MILES HIGH
The guard touches the salty wing of that little one.
One has played in the sea, during the morning
under the old tree
now dipped his wings into water and rose.

It's a new habit.
Yesterday, he would be afraid, I must say,
he still has fears.
We cannot spend the night here.

More backward under the eaves,
until the sun sets,
until lovely sleep overcomes.

CHILDREN'S SONG
Your brother would come back with a deadman's face of innocence
ill sediment of moist branches
sweaty cards waiting together
game-like, over the small stones.

In the inconvenient woods
a tale would begin and go on.

SPAIN
Wish to talk to you
very briefly, as if drowsy,
breath and sweat,
the erratic texture of dreamlands
whoever they were, whatever they've said
accelerated course of things in the square,
the sudden fall of the curtain,
feminine gyres widening and widening,
the real going to and fro
sightless, bound to instruments

a... blind man projected
crouching, on the opposite wall
behind the curtain

thoroughly going mad within
are the figures of a dream.

Kaan Ozbayrak

Translated by Yurdakul Kavas