Memories

I wonder, memories,
What you want from me,
When spring comes?

Why flap wings,
Tap the window,
O old memories?

Do not imagine roses bloom,
It is not the nightingale that sings,
This is a different wind.

What do you want from me,
I wonder, memories,
When spring comes?

Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı (1910-1956). Hatıralar. Translated from the Turkish.

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