we used to shorten a street by talking
in a wine cup to each other
escaping the tempered sadness
to each other like lips

through a night as far as fire and ice
we stayed, like a meteor falling in water
waiting for morning in alert
door, window, glass, feeling the wind

all were trembling like candle light
roof, stable will slump, rails are ratty
we knew, and looked the double row
palms, street, wine, lips.


Koray Feyiz
(Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)