My breath is a red bird
In the fair-brown of your hair,
As I embrace you
Your legs grow long endlessly.
My breath is a red horse,
The burning on my cheeks tell me;
We are alone, our nights short,
Let us make love at full tilt.
*Cemal Süreyya
Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
*Turkish Poetry in Translation
In the fair-brown of your hair,
As I embrace you
Your legs grow long endlessly.
My breath is a red horse,
The burning on my cheeks tell me;
We are alone, our nights short,
Let us make love at full tilt.
*Cemal Süreyya
Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
*Turkish Poetry in Translation
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