A gossamer-winged breeze by Gökçenur Ç.

A gossamer-winged breeze

hand

You dropped my hand
and a gossamer-winged breeze
stirred
in the space
created between our palms

and there, striking out
with a green handkerchief
between its teeth
began night’s
forgotten
autumn

.

Poet: Gökçenur Ç
Translated by Caroline Stockford

at the 2014 Cunda International Workshop for Translators of Turkish Literature

This poem first appeared in Turkish Poetry Today, 2015, edited by George Messo

available at : http://www.rhbks.com/turkish-poetry-today.html

 

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