Cemal Sureya

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Seated at the core of the rose I weep
As I die in the Street each night
Ahead and beyond all unmindful
Pang upon pang of dark diminution
Of eyes upheld blissful with life

Your hands are in my caress into dusk
Hands forever white forever white
Cast into my soul icicles of fright
A train a while at the station
A man who Iost the station me

On my face I rub the rose
Fallen forlorn over the pavement
And cut my body limb by limb
Bloodgush doomsday madmusic
On the horn a gypsy is reborn

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