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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