COPPER AGE

A raven crowed without knowingwhy.
Faster.On a pine tree which must wait.
Our familiar summer arrived on one wing,
Not even weary,inept and lonesome.
Let's make believe we see for the first time.
Not to upset the rule.Faster.

Thinking is half of speed.
Faster.Summer should come sooner,
Winter sooner,mid-month and the child.
Concerts and ulcers,love and goverment
And balding,the clock should run faster
So must death...Faster.

Death is nature's being one-eyed.
Graves should be dug round.Faster
Dead men were rotund in the copper age.
We must call loneliness nature's timidity
And death the effort to affirm the self,oh
The fear of being forgotten.Faster.

Speed is haf of nature,the other half
Is death.Which means faster.
Like summer it comes without knowing why.
We must die as if it's the first time, Not to upset the rule.Faster.
We must stall

Nature is half of man.
Death is all of speed.Today or tomorrow.

One might just as soon as die today.Faster,bet-
teter too.
You might have died yesterday.
-Yesterday a hot wind blew,
Remember,the kids went to the movies,
My morning tea toppled on the tablecloth.
Today and tomrrow are the same,
Ether a hot wind blows or the tea topples.
Why are you looking at the kids,they might
all die.
Peace and war are one.
Nature and man are the same.
Speed and death are one.

A raven crowed without knowing why.
On top of a pinetree which must wait.
Nothing matters except the laws,said some-
body,
Man does not concern me,never magnify de-
ath.
Someone bewildered about summer's arrival
Asked himself if life is guilt.

Melih Cevdet Anday