In dry grass
two horses graze,
a woman hangs laundry on a line.
Unknowingly, they magnify the plain.
Ilhan Berk (poet from turkey b. 1918)
trans. George Messo
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the occasional rantings and bantering of a poet-cum-philosopher-cum-musician-cum-theologian-cum-traveller in time and space...in short... an epistemological nomad...with a guitar
1 comment:
sounds like Mongolia to me
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