Your expectations are engraved in my eyes.
The forms found in my dreams
and the face one sees in your photographs
does not reveal feelings.
To be separated does not impact the seas;
it is in your landscapes expectations are strained.
Thoughts do not remain in place.
Istanbul poses like a seal on my loneliness.
The white fish live in your past,
gulls stroll in your memories.
Friendships grind watchful until morning.
Anatolia rises from your horizons Istanbul.

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

 
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