Oranj Blesséd Barber apprentices And brilliantined men On a bitter night Oh! Lust and oranj, A tumult of sheets. The world is jaded, awash in myriad coffins.
MELANKOLYA
The moon’s lime face multiplies Crimson stars and a briar of bridal dresses in the amber river Justine, That imperial bite o’ the apple Wine and Incense The moon’s Lime face multiplies
Bitter Moon
mimi hide your den away pull your silk curtain aside
through insatiable nights i stared at you with love and stale nigella seeds i reached the warm milk taste of your golden cascade
the joy of that first awakening like adam the taste of apple fresh in his mouth
mimi as the nereids slumber you are death
Translated by Neil P. Doherty
NİLGÜN EMRE Turkish poet. He was born on August 23, 1997. He is an editor and publishes Orlando magazine.