Uzun zamandır okuyup sevdiğim, hatta anladığım ilk şiir. En sevdiğim bölüm pembeyle aydınlatıldı! I am not a doctor so here is what science means to me:
I Was Reading a Scientific Article
They have photographed the brain
and here is the picture, it is full of
branches as I always suspected,
each time you arrive the electricity
of seeing you is a huge
tree lumbering through my skull, the roots of waving.
It is an earth, its fibres wrap
things burried, your forgotten words
are graved in my head, an intricate
red blue and pink prehensile chemistry
veined like a leaf
network, or is it a seascape
with corals and shining tentacles.
I touch you, I am created in you
somewhere as a complex
filament of light
You rest on me and my shoulder holds
your heavy unbelievable
skull, crowded with radiant
suns, a new planet, the people
submerged in you, a lost civilization
I can never excavate:
my hands trace the contours of a total
universe, its different
colours, flowers, its undiscovered
animals, violent or serene
its other air
its claws
its paradise rivers
Margaret Atwood
