Poem by Leyla Işık
OH MY FACE . . .
You are where my shadow gone blind has left you off.
It is useless, even if my image, which behind the mirror
Has got undressed into its tain,
Takes its real face off and turns inside out!
I have broken and spent my eyes.
My tears pregnant with darkness,
You are the aged wine hoping for candle light’s help
In the bottle of time.
Oh my face . . .
Translated by Baki Yiğit
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