in the table of multiplication
all growing
in the absence of feeling
One does not notice
the differences
in mirrors...
They
they are nailed down
to solitude.
One does not notice
the seasons
in their domain...
The years
rot
in their own eyes
for them...
The revolt
is not the result
of final moments
in their alphabet,
it is a way
of abuse.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 2002

 
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