e e cummings

asil adi edward estlin cummings’tir. amerikali ressam, sair, oyun ve deneme yazaridir. ama en cok siirleriyle taninir. kendi isminde de oldugu gibi buyuk harf kullanmaz. ozel isim, satir basi da olsa siirlerinde her sey kucuk harfle baslar.

turkce’ye baris pirhasan’in mukemmel cevirisiyle yeni turkunun besteleyip soyledigi yagmurun elleri siiri kazandirilmistir.

turkcesi yagmurun elleri olan mukemmel siirin saairi.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

(bkz: spring is like a perhaps hand)

(bkz: edward estlin cummings)