We, thanks to your having put front, could talk about poetry and some deeper issues in the last lesson.

 

    There you asked me whether I found your favourite poet's poem good or not. I, overdoing myself in the field of impoliteness, could say that it was somewhat good and that it lacked some certain things, not considering the one I was talking to was the one who liked it best. Putting it all onto my English level, would be nothing but self-deception so here in admission to all what I said, I say it was a bit rude to criticize one's favourite (that bitterly). Anyway... I am still more impressed with Shakespeare's than with new Turkish poets' and in the name of understanding his works better under the light of someone else, I will have done a great and surp-rising thing by the end of this week.

 

    A mind-blowing question happened to be asked then -- "What would you write if you were as famous as Shakespeare ?". Interlacing the last part to my chain of conflictions, "things against the belifes, values" I said, having no idea where those words might lead (the conversation) to. Indeed, I just wanted to mean the way they are accepted in our world, not directly them. But a misunderstanding had already come to occur until I could understand where and with which words I had gone wrong. Like swimming in the river of comprehensive thoughts sharpened by the shining blade of experience upstream, second by second some part of my defense went missing, one by one. And nothing I had at the end, surrendering to the rule of so true the understanding of my teacher. How I wanted to have interpreted myself better at that moment but I just had gone wrong, once I had.

 

    "To see beyond the obvious, first see the obvious right.". I might have chosen a completely different way to answer the asked question like saying, " I, with all what I am and what I be, would pen the facts to pull the people lost in the confining unseen violence out to face the ethics and essentials of being human and holding a most priceless heritage " and that " to them among so calm words elaborately faceted, I would exclaim the truth; that we shall see we may not be alone in this universe and problems we have should be problems shared and solved. ". Did not mean to declaim against anything though.

 

    What did I learn ? The simple fact that; a glacier might also melt down in the blink of an eye, not taking so long. Eliminated were all my thoughts, by more sharpened thoughts' penetration. Understanding *engine I had been using just shut down. Focusin on one point - that I should have had put my thoughts more clearly across -, I just left myself to the flow of the conversation, with seconds witnessing my getting lost. Now I can say I have learned some things out of it. Think twice, thrice... still have fear saying what you have in mind, not for that what you say may not be right, for what you say may hurt the one listening, the one beside.

 

    Ending this short homework of mine is ending my noticing too. I have noticed, realized, seen that, even at that night while talking to each normally, every word spoken was either an immature word (of mine), or an overmatured one (of yours).

 

Absence of mind by the Nomad Soul

 

Like the leaves by all lovers loved,

Trembling I find me, against you.

I liken you to a gust strongly blown,

As being blown is by all lovers feared.

 

True is not liked, for worked, for cried,

As false is easier when to belie the right.

In the absence of mind a leaf is precious,

A gust, is threatening and bringing fright.

 

If only omnipresent could be one's logic,

Would I any more want to be a leaf, no !

A leaf is weak, it is the gust so strong.

Illiterate against literate how so tragic ?

Despite having been told of its value-reducing function, I still want to add some explanatory.

 

Cloud: Someone literate | Wind, Gust: the way of expressing thoughts or thoughts

Tree: Someone illiterate | Leaf: thought of someone illiterate

 

Leaves' getting blown away in gusts: my thoughts' getting impaired and vanishing next to your thoughts

 

Love: A task, job, work etc. [in our case: language studies and learning]

Lovers: Those who like what they do. [in our case: a lovestruck student with lowered  expectations]

 

Poem is from the thought of someone illiterate to someone literate. [The leaf(illiterate, weak, destined to be still) is my thought and the gust(literate, strong, able to dislocate) is yours.