The Phone Poem by Koray Feyiz

The Phone



When you hung the phone in my ear in the evening
a kid was patting a cat on the threshold
the moon was wandering on the roof, a gong was pealing itself
I saw the trees blooming for the first time.


Koray Feyiz
Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz

Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art,love and life
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