Clouds

Clouds are on the yardarms,
Clouds are sailful.
Desires are on pomegranate trees
Desires are basketful.
Yellow roses are on their stalks,
Desires are budding
Desires are in my unborn child’s
Joy of spring.

Translated from the Turkish


Notes:

Read the translators’ note by Hüseyin Alhas and Ulaş Özgün.

Source: Poetry (November 2024)