World Literature:
Hilal Karahan
(Turkey)
Night was shuttling between us (Poem)
Night takes its color off
and carelessly spreads
over the silver grass
Whistles grow,
wet are the whispers
and grows the earth
Vagabond wind
-- a residue of ancient summers --
clumbers the tamarisks
with scented oils
Blameless is the night
thick and soft
are her arms
Night makes
Eternal
the flesh’s atlas
