ISTANBUL

The dock birds
pull me to the sea
like I am pulled to suffering,
to Istanbul, that wrings sorrows
that fall on me.
Solitude without you.
 
In this obscure city,
my blood clotting,
I am snowed under with dreams.
The wide streets accentuate your absence.
Istanbul takes me from city to city.
 
This great place is well-versed
in my suffering,
the dock birds pull me
to their tired nights
and Istanbul searches
top to bottom.
Solitude without you.
 
 by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Istanbul, 13.03.1975
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick  - 2002
 
 
 
LA CASA DE ASTERIÓN
ISSN: 0124 - 9282
Revista Trimestral de Estudios Literarios
Volumen III - Número 12
Enero-Febrero-Marzo de 2003
DEPARTAMENTO DE IDIOMAS
FACULTAD DE CIENCIAS HUMANAS - FACULTAD DE EDUCACIÓN
UNIVERSIDAD DEL ATLÁNTICO
Barranquilla - Colombia

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