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All translations must be of poems of extraordinary in vision, craft, integrity and originality. Poems of any length and form are welcome.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

We look for arresting imagery, polished language, emotional
impact, and lyricism without pretension in the poetry
. 

All translations must be of poems of extraordinary in vision, craft, integrity and originality. Poems of any length and form are welcome.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.


We look for arresting imagery, polished language, emotional
impact, and lyricism without pretension in the poetry
.


SIMILITUDES — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Elisa Mascia

A time now gone, Sweet heart in love, Forever love promised, Until events their uniforms...

Tale of the Swan — PROSA POÉTICA 𝒃𝒚 Elisa Mascia

Grandma and granddaughter. Grandma now sits, With a big book on her lap, Glasses on her nose...

LISTEN AY BALAM! — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Yahya Azeroğlu

𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢*; 𝙄𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚...

TEACHER! — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Yahya Azeroğlu

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙉𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨; 𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩...

AZERBAIJAN FLAG! — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Yahya Azeroğlu

𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝘼𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜, 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝘼𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜!...

Whenever Love Overruled Me to You — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪; 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙣? 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨...

Like An Ink or a Language — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙒𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙄𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙮...

Crime Of War — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed

𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙨...

The Winged Singer — PROSA POÉTICA 𝒃𝒚 Silla Maria Campanini

“𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣,” 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, “𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

𝘼 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣; 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙;...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

𝙈𝙮 𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥; 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨...

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