"nacres" poems
neither do I have a rosebay to touch
nor a sky to love
only I have is a street
that I pass through the revery
my heart is like a ridgeway
that I fold myself its end
a hanky, my lover, lace is north wind
from which my tears pour nacres
Koray Feyiz
(Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC