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I walk the black deserted earth

and wish for you, Amarillis.
I, a man of education,

want in old shepherd's clothing

to kiss and stroke the earth

I love because you live.

I watch the stars into the night
and wonder for whom they shine.
Will we ever share these summers like heaven,

and in the fall bid shared farewells to the cranes?

I walk the green roads that lead nowhere,
as my heart picks sorrow from the last flowers.
When will stars fall on the sounds of our kissing?

I know that waiting has its own beauty.
It sweetens the fruit of the heart
and makes honey from the worst suffering.


Sonnet by Hasan İzzettin Dinamo

Translated June 1, 2020

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