4 Ekim 2018 Perşembe

Birds Suffer by Imren Tüzün

                              to Kierkegaard …

My voiceless birds, do not look at me so
 I read your suffering in your eyes.

We sense each other’s grief

We can not speak, we can not converse
We discern from each others’ eyes

You, mostly you have seen

My tear-washed face

When I did not have the strength to carry my suffering
You lifted me to my feet

You held me in the apple of your eye.

İmren Tüzün
Antalya 16.09.2018

Translated by Kelly P. Goodwin

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