Düşünme,
Arzu et sade!
Bak, böcekler de öyle yapıyor.
Bekliyorum
Öyle bir havada gel ki,
Vazgeçmek mümkün olmasın.
THE SEA
In my room by the seashore,
I can tell without going to the window
That the boats sailing outside
Are carrying a cargo of watermelons.
Just the way I used to.
The sea likes to hold its mirror
Across the ceiling of my room:
It likes to make me angry.
The smell of seaweed
And the fishing-ground poles pulled ashore
Remind the children who live by the sea
Of nothing at all.
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