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The beautiful river
Little one, this is your voice: a sweet river
kissed first by wind, and then by me.
I kiss your ankles, the unfinished poems
of your breath, your smell, your hips,
the shadows of your eyes,
your breast unbound like this, the whole length of your lips
like this your eyes, big until morning,
your figure, your hair, your red mouth
and then this bed where we made love,
and my old face, a memory left over
from the hair of your body, from your neck
like a colt's, your hands like children's
hands I walk you top to bottom
so we mix our hands and feet and cannot part them
Güzel Irmak by İlhan Berk
Translated March 21, 2020
lara arikan
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