WHAT DO WE KNOW?
We, in the destroyed mills
Gringed a lot of flour up,
If the wheel
Turns or not,
We know...
Our hair,
Turned to white for the sake of love
If a lady,
Loves or not
We know...
In the lonely places,
The posts of telegraph
Know us,
If it's the voyage time or not
We know...
With azrail,
We were shoulder in shoulder
By the years,
If a patient,
Dies or not
We know...
Poem: Isa KAYACAN
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN
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