Back to poetry for a moment
Squirrel
Truthfully, I ruminated when I came down from the tree.
Had sorrow made me say all these things?
Had someone been with me, they would say at once
that I was ‘deeply wounded.’
I would like to show them
the squirrel that flickers in and out of sight, small as a crumb
but still able to animate the dark forest.
Her soul is surely the picture
of this tranquil elation that quivers and rests inside me.
The squirrel was drawing my path toward the forest.
ECE TEMELKURAN
translated from the Turkish by Deniz Perin
Book of the Edge
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