Don’t Let Pages Full of Poems Drop
As dusk fell one evening
I felt your existence
For the very first time
These pages full of poems
Had dropped from your hands.
A gust had carried them off
I ran and chased after them.
It’s almost as if your feelings
Were flying at me at breakneck speed
All the time I was running, running with the wind
In the evening as it deepened…
In you, in me as well there’s a photo
Of us when we were there
The memory I still have of it
And of my feelings poured out in poems.
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Richard Vallance , 2002
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