Don’t ask me who I am
Whence I came from
Which days the red clouds
In my eyes are from, don’t ask.
Inexplicable things
May indeed have occurred in the days begone
I may have eaten the grapes
I stole from the vineyards
Leaning against the bosom of the blue sky.
Don’t ask me who I am
What my job is, how old I am
Just say “Do you love me?”
And ask no more.
translated by Gül Erçetin & Suat Karantay
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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Do ya love me?
Wonderful, …I recently read a quote that referred to truly loving. If so, we fully accept a person without question, no measures, no catagorising, no assessment. Thats what he asks, he must want her love
I hope he got it.
Heavy sigh…and longing.
Ah yes.
This one plumbs the depths of one’s soul.
As only poetry can.