Roe
The lake in which the
writer
was drowned
glanced down at its bottom.
when it had a closer look
it saw on its bed
where the pen lay
at rest
how a big red fish
had spawned its roe for
thousands of short
stories.
Jewellery
In the old days a story
ran:
A poem attached itself to
the jewellery of an
empress.
Time went by.
When the empress died.
the poem,
at the emperor's behest,
was buried together with
the empress and her
jewellery
Nightwatch
That night in the valley
all the lights
were extinguished but one:
the lamp of the poet
who was watching over
the painful wound of a poem
Buttons
This mountain is like that.
It looks like a tall man.
lt feels cold twelve months
a year
Wearing a grey narrow coat
Buttoned with four large
rocks.
This mountain happens to be
like that.
Today at dawn there was
Heavy bombardment.
I was only worried about
that tall man.
When I looked at him later
He was the same
Standing up-right.
Only a button from his coat
Was slightly undone.
Separation
If from my poems
You wrench away the flower.
From the four seasons of my
poetry
One of my seasons will die.
If you exclude love
Two of my seasons will die.
If you exclude bread
Three of my seasons will
die.
And if you take away
freedom
All four seasons and I will
die.
Land
When I touched the bough of
a tree
it trembled in pain
When I held out my hand to
the branch
the trunk started to weep
when I embraced the trunk
the soil under my feet
shuddered
the rocks groaned
This time when I bent down
and collected
a handful of earth
all Kurdistan screamed.
