I look at you
and my teeth are set on edge as if I’ve eaten green plums,
dawn’s peacock spreads open its tail.
I look at you
and our glances meet like two brooks,
the voice lilies of the streets blossom.
translated by Talat S. Halman
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Voice lilies – incredibly beautiful
It is, isn’t it?
I like it so much I had to post it twice.
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