I Was In These Pages

Without making you feel at all In lands very distant from you I raised flowers which you like I know I left you by yourself With unforgettable memories... Every so often You felt uneasy Because of my badly digested words You stayed sleepless... During successive days I dragged you towards mornings without a sun I was in these pages. I hurt you with touching songs which I liked I touched you with my poems Again and again, I drenched you With my feelings... I was in these pages. I often took you for walks On the most populated streets Of Istanbul With your heart beating Your beliefs and acknowledgments moulded time Behind blurred window panes... I was in these pages. The sky was different Light was acid Avenues were without people Streets were without soul When I lost you In the stopping of a bus... I was in these pages. I made you wait until mornings On the streets of Istanbul I made you tremble in full jolts while you dreamed During your sighs I threw your shades Into seas On blank pages I wrote that I love you... I made your drawings On all the walls of the city... I was in these pages. Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI Francfort, le 05.04.1980 Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français French free verse translated into English free verse by Joneve McCormick, 06.03.2006