Folded in two
with a burden on my back,
crossing paths;
from where am I leaving
to arrive where?
And when, to vines of poetry
Expectations covered with snow
were treated like lace,
I know too well how,
have laughed at sorrows...
In this moment
all those things which intrigue me
surround me
and I scatter poetry
in the fields of love
In spite of snakes and scorpions
I have been thirsty
for a decent life
and for surmounting the walls
constructed between us
Deceit
has profoundly marked me...
each time, it seems more serious
to be blind to ideas
than to colors
Folded in two
with a burden on my back,
crossing paths;
from where am I leaving
to arrive where?

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

 
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