I do not want a place to be buried in.
I want a place to live in and curse, if I wish.
In the blue dawn, the smell of bread
draws a map of a life whose summer is more like spring
In the blue dawn, dreamers wake gently
and merrily walk in the waters of their dream.
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2024 94. kitabı
Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouth of the lambs.
How rivers and the stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those,
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
