Monday, November 28, 2011

Absinthe #16: Gonca Özmen

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

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