Leaf Fall - Poem by Can Yücel
Those leaves that turned red before they yellowed and fell
all through the autumn put on a splendid display.
As the season turned and the wind began to freshen again
in the nakedness of that horse it's them who'll run
those wine-reddened brigands.
Without them who else would I have.
Translated by Esra Nilgün Mirze and Richard McKane
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