Mar/Apr 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 2 Poetry in TransylvaniaMarch 1, 2016 |

Rules of Making Love

When you were here days used to pass over us without touching, like a herd of bees Inside me, a pack of wolves running to the sea, a book not yet started, a jammed cassette player, and an unknown soft layer I  got into yougot out of yougot into yougot out of you   the nightwomen workers shelling horsebeansa puppy gnawing gristly lettersrules of making love on foot, restrictions Outside, little birds, children talking to the snow, gods fall from grace sitting in a park reading Radu Vancu's poems and planning a new religion You, a shadowless skylark, the forgetful swan of endless salt fields Something of woman Something of cherry tree Something of writing I thought if I could catch your leaves before they touch the ground I could also catch a small detail that will make you come back In your absence, I learned vanillas name in Latin, where the long-tailed birds come from and go, I learned the sky, horses, everything and pain can be transformed

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Gökçenur Ç. was born in Istanbul in 1971. He has six poetry books and has translated selected poetry books of Wallace Stevens, Paul Auster, and Ursula K. Le Guin. He has participated and/or organized poetry translation workshops and festivals in many countries. His poems are translated into twenty-five languages. He is the prime mover and codirector of Word Express (www.word-express.org) and a board member of Delta International Cultural Interactions Association. He is a member of the international committee of Voix de la Méditerranée festival in Lodève, France, and a member of the editorial board of the Macedonian-based international literary magazine Blesok.

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