Some Days

I go away by myself some days;
With the smell of fishnets just pulled out from the sea,
To this island to that island,
Following the shearwaters.

There are worlds inconceivable;
With the sound of blossoming flowers,
With the sound of mist rising from the earth.

And seagulls and seagulls,
In a different flurry each of their feathers.

Some days immersed in blue;
Some days immersed in sun ;
Crazy, some days…

Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Gün Olur. Translated from the Turkish.

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