Lavinia

I won’t say, don’t go.
Take my coat, you feel cold.
These are the best hours of the day.
Stay.

I won’t say, don’t go.
Still, it is up to you.
If you want me to lie, I will;
You will be hurt

I won’t say, don’t go
But, Lavinia, don’t go.
Your name, I will keep secret;
You, too, Lavinia, know it not.

Özdemir Asaf (1923-1981). Lavinia. Translated from the Turkish.

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