with her slender heels as soft as can be
weary of the calloused caresses she knows
her mane shying at the prodding of the stirrups
one woman
shall break the bit that hampers her within
and canter off to a new mountain lea
lips pursed by the drawstrings of longing sealed inside them
in her sleep she surpasses her stature and rein
though she seems often by quandary enchained
returning to that same page of her book
to read it painfully over and over again
translated by Suat Karantay
Amazing writing
Reblogged this on writing in airplanes and commented:
I can’t stop reading this poem…over and over.
Thanks. I already commented on your post. I’m glad you are sharing his work with others.