Our Table by Melih Cevdet Anday

Returning home from the funeral, roosters crowed.
A terribly empty April afternoon on earth.
The sky appeared to us as small
As a morning glory. We went to a tavern.
Our table was full of cracks.

translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad

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