Keep It For Me
Keep the statue of your feet for me
Keep that shy bloom in your vase for me
I was there in the tedium of a blank page
Desolate houses on my face
O wherever I look I see a nature unkempt
If I were to pass right through you
It’s my grief that slows my passage
Keep for me this wounded consciousness
Of mortality
I’m the time for birds to migrate
The evil of a snake you raise
O great peace of the unknown
Wind brought fear
Placed it like this between us
Bring silence to an end, and begin again
by Gonca Özmen, translated by George Messo, from
Absinthe #16