The Door – Behçet Necatigil

door cunda

Is knocked

Who will bring what?

They hold the keys

to the things they cannot leave.

It is sensed

who will come when.

The cat on its bed

sings the folk song to itself.

People are sometimes so lonely.

.

Poet: Behçet Necatigil

Translated by: C.Stockford at the Cunda International Workshop

for translators of Turkish literature, 2015

Photo: CS, Cunda, 2015

 

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