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I can't bring myself;
When I can not resist her quinces and pomegranates
I bend my head
And walk away.
Nothing that wolves or birds can know.

Only I know
What bitch of a beauty I loved
She has a mouth but no tongue -
The Fortress of Diyarbakir...


The fertile plants bloom,
Blood red.
It snows on the other side.
The Black Mountain rocks
The Zozan rocks...
Look, my whiskers are frozen,
And I am cold
And the ice has grown longer and longer
And I'm thinking of you, as though you were spring,
Of you, as though you were Diyarbakir,
To what, to what isn't it superior
The taste of thinking of you...

           Murat Nemet-Nejat
           The Exquisite Corpse, 1993