Suya Okunan Dua

All that I struggled in vain... all that I wasted
Well, my grief is in vain. I knew my body temperature
My modesty is the witness of my tongue and my words
Sharper than a sword... I memorized my passage through that barren land
I wouldn't hit the ground with water so recklessly,
I wouldn't cover the bridges with hair tents. now water
I constantly read the expressions to my friends.
the sad sound of the wind. But I knew, here
These were the words everyone said in the wedding tent.

PRAYER TO WATER

The Well in My Face (1998) understands that the history of poetry is, above all, the history of language and technique. Some poets are like this. They are born deeply kneaded with language, history and technique for years. They start writing after many years, and surprise them with their first book. I learned Metin Kaygalak's poem with such surprise. Then I continued watching him. My expectations were reinforced, especially with Prayer to Water (2000). In a short time, I became enriched and equipped with the understanding of technique and language.
İlhan Berk, Yasakmeyve issue: 6, January-February 2004