How much of a crowd I am
My deceased mum
My living uncle
My little sis never born
My bubbles in the heavens
My fear of the caverns
My rocks
My strata
My warm springs of love
How much of a crowd I am
I’ve given everything a name
I’ve completed every sentence
I’ve sown seeds of the sun on the ground
And brushed the hair of the earth
I’ve sailed out to sea
I have the deed to the fruit and the fish and the flowers
What more is there left?
What is left?
translated by Esra Çarşıbaşı & Jean Carpenter Efe
Such a beautiful poem!
Glad you like it.
Beautiful poem.a shadow of human’s unrestnes in world.
Glad you like it.