- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: What is beautiful, Is that we're alive,
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Not that one day, We will die.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: I wish I could remind a beauty of her beauty
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Before mirrors spoke
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: We can't write poems for that girl.
- Rustu Onur: Why not?
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: She didn't shake your hand.
- Rustu Onur: She was scared, nothing extra ordinary.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Why write poems for someone ordinary?
- Rustu Onur: You wouldn't?
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Would you?
- Rustu Onur: But we're not writing poems for her. The girl's our excuse. Love is an excuse for poetry.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: You don't catch tuberculosis by shaking hands. Just a little love at most. And that goes away once forgotten.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: The morning sun floods into my room Through the closed window Wishing me a good morning On the back of the chair my jacket Has no memory of last night And urges not to make a fuss. After which my window chimes in "Good moming, Mr. Muzaffer The streets await you" So the streets await me Good morning
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: They'll say of me When I'm gone "All he did was write poetry" "And wander, hands in pockets, On rainy nights" "Too bad,"they'll say after reading my diary "What a hapless man" "Being defeated by poverty"
- Suzan Özsoy: No word from God No fruit on the trees Neither memories embrace Nor ships ever return Why are you laughing? I found a good reason. It's so cold.
- Rustu Onur: Don't invite misery. We have plenty of it already. Keep up your poetry. We're obviously good for nothing else.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Misery is an excuse for poetry.
- Behcet Necatigil: Why were you rough on her?
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Humankind, sir. If you're nice, they soon forget you.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Why do pretty girls grow up faster?
- Rustu Onur: The prettiest can never resist a poem.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: At last we're bringing down the idols.
- Behcet Necatigil: Don't worry, they'll raise new ones.
- Rustu Onur: When I asked how I was People laughed Even mother wouldn't look at me Because I wrote poetry But over lunch one day She said we were fated to die Whereas I am destined To live
- Suzan Özsoy: I can't figure out if I was bored because I didn't understand... Or I didn't understand because I was bored.
- Rustu Onur: That's poetry for you.
- Behcet Necatigil: I am without patience You without loyalty What can come of these two wants? Who's the poet?
- Rustu Onur: Yusuf Nabi.
- Behcet Necatigil: Bravo. I'll give you an extra-high grade for that. Give half to your friend here. Good night.
- Rustu Onur: Good night, sir.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Good night, sir.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Know that habit you have of reveling in a right answer?
- Rustu Onur: Right, the habit you never have?
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: So memorizing literature makes you literary, does it?
- Rustu Onur: Not knowing it gets you nowhere.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: I know.
- Behcet Necatigil: Never mind about that, Muzaffer. Your own battle needs all your care. That sounded like a poem.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: I hate you leaving like this. Without a laugh.
- Suzan Özsoy: I have no reason to laugh.
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: You're so beautiful. You can laugh for no reason too.
- Behcet Necatigil: What happens if you find Suzan?
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: No idea.
- Behcet Necatigil: Maybe it'll complete my cure.
- Behcet Necatigil: Just write.
- Rustu Onur: Don't worry, we will.
- Behcet Necatigil: All we know is to keep a record The rest is the will of the Lord
- Muzaffer Tayyip Uslu: Whose lines, sir?
- Behcet Necatigil: Anonymous. Good poetry is anonymous.
- Behcet Necatigil: If a girl likes the poem does it mean she'll like the poet too?
- Rustu Onur: Don't you think so, sir?
- Behcet Necatigil: Well, I've known it not to.
- Rustu Onur: We didn't understand so were bored The bakerwas uninspired so we starved
- Suzan Özsoy: So is that a poem?
- Rustu Onur: I don't know. Maybe.
- Behcet Necatigil: As I lie on the cross of years The days stone my body Nailed to my horizon Seasons come and go Rain clouds Who knows whether My lidded pot boils With meat or misery?
- Rustu Onur: Happiness, as you know, my carnation, is a thing lost.
- Mediha Sessiz: Why did you suddenly say that?
- Rustu Onur: I don't know.
- Mediha Sessiz: You say bleak things so beautifully.
- Rustu Onur: But that's nothing! Your very being stops everything from being totally bleak. Otherwise, everything but you is bleak, my sweet wife. Even your illness is beautiful.
- Mediha Sessiz: How do you mean?
- Rustu Onur: If you weren't sick, they'd never have let us marry.
- Mediha Sessiz: See? You said something bleak beautifully again.
- Rustu Onur: No kisses.
- Mediha Sessiz: No kisses.
- Rustu Onur: Take a deep breath.
- Mediha Sessiz: Take a deep breath.
- Mediha Sessiz: What about this smell?
- Rustu Onur: Don't worry, I'll drink it later.
- Behcet Necatigil: I don't know why I didn't tell you all this. Maybe everyone had their own worries. Maybe you weren't around. Maybe this letter was never written. Maybe a butterfly... Was so happy dreaming... That it didn't want to wake... From its sleep.
- Rustu Onur: Dear God I never bared my soul Reunion must now wait Until Judgment Day There is neither sailboat, Norship in the harbor Escape Must wait for a long voyage The ships are said to be on coral shores Finding them Must wait for gloomy days
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