He wrote his poems against the gravity of language. Images, therefore, speak in his poetry solely on his behalf.
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He was almost a philatelist with words. (He saw, long before we did, the fact that the boundaries of language are the boundaries of the world.)
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A man of the Golden Age. “Poeta pirata est,” he would say?
From “Oktay Rifat”
—Ilhan Berk, Selected Poems by Ilhan Berk (Talisman House, 2004), edited and translation by Önder Otçu.