Can you hear the cicadas calling
Can you, can you?
Can you see the dream filled yachts
In the calm bay resting,
On silver sequins,
With moon a glowing?
Can you, can you?
Can you smell the baked earth's dusting
The pine tree's resin,
the wood fires cooking
and the hill herb's scenting
Can you, can you?
Will you answer the Imam's calling
From minarets towering,
By ancient walling,
for the Faithful's kneeling
To prayers, to prayers?
Can you picture village dogs loping
Past pomegranates ripening
And cats back's arching
at cockerels deciding
Sun's up! Sun's up!
Can you feel the warm sea beck'ning,
The people smiling,
your heart beat calming
and the future writing
can you, can you?
Do you find your mind's returning,
Your soul's in longing
With a trance like yearning,
and thoughts keep wand'ring
Back here, back here?
Can you hear the cicadas calling
to you, to you?
Can hear the rythm of the cicadas in the poem. A real pleasure to read it out loud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love Cicada's calls in days of summer, but no now no more, the winter's on the road yet I shall joy the sound color and smell of rotting leaves. Thank you for this lovely poem through it I can listen again to the sound of summer to warm my heart.