Broken Windows
we’re hopeful migrants
we pitch our tents in the open
now open your arms
a bird multiplies in air
we’re a raised voice
we rise with our eyelashes wet
put your arms around me
it’s love that rears the day
our eyes and brows cast down
walk now through roses, sweat
(windows broken
you can’t take me away from sorrow
it’s only for you that I cry)
a bird multiplies in air
my eyes overrun my eyes
I’d have been as mute as stone, but for you.
Leyla Şahin
Trans. George Messo
Conversation Paperpress, 2010
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