Spring Is Your Name Poem by Nilufer Dursun

Your flowers have absorbed the city dust,
Who knows how many springs
Longing to heart flowers..

Who knows how many times I have cried
To suppose every flower like springs
Since did’t go out…
The imaginary touchings seemed love to me.
I streched the lies with tomorrow.
In the arms of kings settled,
Your martin walkings for years…

I know, lovers are at the silence
Of your absence,
It was the grief of mercilessness
Remained after touchings…

Symphonies are silent,
Tears are in note,
Desperate suspicious,
Have melt in a crucible…

What a long time, tear of my heart,
Was a scream at your guitar
All the springs seemed me a shirt,
Without a collar…

Sometimes the bottom of your fingers,
Smelled like sea,
And wanted you, oysters are in the shadows of pebble.
My stubburn lover,
My ‘tought hearted’lover
Shores were jealous of your heat which smells longing.
I’m in vicious circles, come back,
And show, the heat of spring grasping dempm out of air…



Poem: Imdat GUMUS
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN