ISTANBUL Poem by Manuel Forcano
ISTANBUL
I didn't know that one day
I'd compare you to this city.
Or that I'd come alone to visit it
and I'd be writing you this letter
to tell you
that when it's cold in a hot country,
I think of you.
That when in the bazaar
they sell fruit out of season,
I think of me.
That when someone pays too much
and they cheat him because he doesn't know the change,
I think of us.
Translated by Julie Wark
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5/3/2024 4:14:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for Manuel.