Poezie

Awaiting

Translation

1 min lectură·5 mai 2009

Mediu

As if never lived

The sun will not rise

Beloved will not come

And troubled dark/night

I’m waiting

My pen is one mother in labor

And doubled up with pain

Between my fingers

Cannot write down the lines I’m thinking

My loneliness indecisive

I’m waiting

The clouds

Were like a child suffering from the whooping-cough

Sobbing mixed with the cough

Eyes full of cloudburst

You hold my dreams/naked

I’m waiting

When I kissed from your lips

Smelt the soil

With the taste of lawn

I’m waiting

Like a century old plane tree

Clinging to the soil with its hands

We were suppose to embrace

It didn’t graft we couldn’t make it

I had made a promise

Don’t forget

Where the sun kisses the horizon

My brain is a triggered gun

My heart is a bullet

I’m waiting

Poem by: Atilla Elustun 12/9/2009 Emirgan-Taksim

Translation by: Gunsel Djemal London

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Gunsel DJEMAL. “Awaiting.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/gunsel-djemal/poezie/1835327/awaiting

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