The Cell

Watching the end
Painful memories knot themselves
Behind your eyes
Hopes are suspended one by one
Your hands will never reach
My hands...
You will suffer infinite pains
Your nights of freedom will be woven
Into your dreams
The palest of your hopes will exhaust itself
In the most horrible darkness
These shadows
Will be sewn into your thoughts
In a distant cell
Thousands of miles away
And... your eyes will never meet
My eyes...

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann,2002

by Belart Muroc

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