To dream of the sea
Even when looking at the sea
This is what he has long been doing
And imagining he is in a city
With trams along its streets
On yellow cut-stone edifices
Darkening iron balconies
The sound of pigeons
Pigeon droppings on the windows
But these are dreams
Neither opposite him nor
Anywhere
translated by Suat Karantay
Loving theseTurkish poets.
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There is a universality of dreams that shows how alike we all are. Loved this one!
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