Katerina Katsiri


The Mauve Sea

In all your life you have never seen

the mauve sea...

As though thirsty to die

on her

a bird tramples fire

I did not see either

at the point

of resurgence of morning

on the mauve sea

As though thousands of hopes

vibrate on her

my eyes disappear

into the calls of the next day

A start shakes me in the morning

with tears, facing, opposite

It rests

and stretches with all my grief

before my eyes...

The mauve sea

          Uzeyir Cayci

           (traduit par Yakup Yurt du turc

              et de francais--anglais par Joneve)