It’s black Friday in 1991, Princess Fahrelnissa Zeid..
She takes the road between Thames and Euphrates and sails off.
The grindstones are turning in Amman’s windmills.
The wild geese are flying northwards.
The Levant Sparrowhawks wing flaps at the Beirut port..
Here is the north, here is bloody cold
Here is the south, here is sizzling mouth
She fragments space and color
Kaleidoscopically,
The hands of Painter Princess were shaking and...
Not:
🎼Türk kadın ressam Prenses Fahrinisa Zeid’in vefatı anısına.. Tate Modern sergi salonunda onun eserleri ile tanıştıktan sonra kaleme aldığım şiirim. 🎼
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