Average Rating 7 (2 votes) Rating Rated by 4 Unknown 10 Unknown You must login to vote There is no longer light touching my bedside; those evenings have aged in my dreams, one or two lines embracing my eyes, a revolution in my veins. I sip the evenings hidden in my dreams, shadows hurtling into my pupils, still looking for you before a statue. The evenings undulate like the song of a bird, my hopes lost, falling at a stopping; my sentiments drag along in my heart and I say that evenings stopping will never blacken. by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI 1975 - Istanbul Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français French free verse translated into English free verse by Joneve McCormick ------ Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI

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