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Nurettin Beyaz Sing me a song / That has never been heard before.
/ Let its words belong to such a poet; / Let its fate and sorrow be just like me.
He appears before us as a voice from within us with his verses.
He doesn’t weigh it, he doesn’t cover it, he sings it from the heart, he lets himself go as much as he can...
His feelings go wherever his mind goes.
The poet shouldn’t tie his heart down, he should reveal his feelings openly; whatever he has experienced, the excitement, the stillness, it should all be me, it should be you, it should be him.
The poet sometimes makes us cold, sometimes it makes us warm in his verses; he wants the other person to be himself.
While saying “let both fate and sorrow be mine,” we read life’s perception and carry both joy and sorrow inside us.
We accept our fate.
The pulse of life is in these verses: I am as real as autumn now / I am spread out like leaves on the ground / Of a life tinted with r Show More
