Poem of the Week, by Ece Temelkuran

Squirrel

- Ece Temelkuran (translated from the Turkish by Deniz Perin)



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.



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