Monday poem

A bit late, a bit short, but…

Bread and Stars

Bread is in my lap,
Stars are far, far away.
I am eating bread looking at the stars.
I am so engrossed, don’t even ask—
Sometimes I get mixed up and instead of bread
I eat stars.

Oktay Rifat

translated from the Turkish by Sidney Wade and Efe Murad

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