kaplan

Kelimeleri vurdum kumsallara.

Another church: matting, seats, and stone,

Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;

In the nightmare of the dark

Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights

Dört bıçak çekip vurdular dört kişi

Küçüldü yüreğim gözlerinde, aşağılandım

The squares of his mind were empty,

Since the soul is in me dead,