Semi Circle

122 SEMI CIRCLE NURDURAN DUMAN Translated by Andrew Wessels To search for that lost line with a cursed life I traded myself from salt I have built walls to the sea one step to my house with two rooms I became destitute engraving true castles I buried death in my right eye I couldn’t fit my living into the earth I drank from the magic water, I swam . . . so my mind is blurred To write that lost line I settled with a cursed love I had deformed midnights I made love to the cesspool of words I wove relationships into cotton thread I didn’t break whoever I drew, I drew apart whoever I touch is wounded A half circle above I passed inland seas of love And so my one side always split ...