Those Were The Days

Once upon a time
I was seated under an oak
Doing a little homework.
Down came the sun through its branches
And on my books its rays fell
An awful hot wind was blowing…
And afterwards as it passed
There came its illusions, their whites
Reaching out for my eyes…
Beneath the oak tree
In the midst of the silence of the fields
I was refreshed by the sight
Of far away mountains
All snow-covered, so far away
My thoughts lay down, stretched out
Amidst the clover
And every single time the storks came in to land
I felt overjoyed… and wept.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Richard Vallance,2002

by Belart Muroc

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