EVERY TIME I LIFT MY EYES [1]
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI

Every time I lift my eyes
Towards the sky...
The birds come in their flight to mind...

Festivities
Weddings cross my mind...
My hands seem
To be reaching out
For roses
Or even the honey of bees...

Every time I lift my eyes
Towards the sky...
The roses fade
And my eyes dissolve in my soul’s own tears.

I keep a lookout for the past
in deserted streets...
Trailers, country
rides cross my memory
My hands seem to want
To reach out
For a sunflower’s eye [2]
Or even a willow’s bough...

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Translated from Turkish to French by Yakup Yurt
followed by English translation by Richard Vallance

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