Belart Muroc


The Cradle's Dregs - Poem by Belart Muroc

There was a time
we searched for love and beauty.
We no longer have that passion.
We no longer think
or sing, or dance
in the peaks.
Since that time
we are children
not of darkness
but of light.
We know
that the wind does not always blow
from the same side,
that dark clouds
are not only for us.
There was a time
we searched for love and beauty.
There was within us
brotherhood and humanity
and a limpid world outside.
Since that time
we are children
not of darkness
but of light.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick – 2002


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 7, 2003



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