You have brought me the summer
With but a poppy. Its tenderness
Is my tenderness, too:
I fade away in only one life
As much as it fades away in one day
The same day, walking
I picked for you
Purple mulberries almost ripe,
Thinking you also think
Of childhood.
Looked at from behind
Every childhood is like this: Happy, ah,
And stained with mulberries!
So you have picked a poppy for me
I picked black mulberries for you purple, in fact,
We have stolen
from no one, for each other.
The tender grass
scant and short facing the town too high
has grown tired of warmth and so much height.
Red and black.
Black and red.
Sheer barter.
You took me to your mouth and I took you to my mouth.
Kissing me
kissing you.
Kissing each other.
O, Poetry
my involuntary memory
Betrayed
word for word !
English Translation by Mesut Şenol