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Başedilmez o gergin
Kırılganlığınla senin
Her solukta sonsuzluk
Ve ölüm…

E. E. Cummings
1894 – 1962

Türkçe söyleyen: Barış Pirhasan

Beste:  Derya Köroğlu


Şiirin orijinali:

SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED,
 GLADLY BEYOND
  
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near



your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose



or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;



nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing



(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands


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