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Brother, garbage
sweeper,
Don’t sweep
anyone’s hopes away
They’ve tossed
into the streets.
Tears, you know,
Cannot smudge
Our Avenues.
Folks on the
whole
Keep their
regrets
All bottled up.
No you can’t
guess
How they feel
When they don’t
go outside.
Those garbage
pails
You’ve emptied
out for years
And years and
years are mute
Witness to your feelings.
So why allow
anyone
Who thinks only
of his stomach
To bother you?
Brother, garbage
sweeper,
Please don’t
misunderstand
My words . . . I never intended
To humiliate you.
What’s the
difference
Between us?
Brother, garbage
sweeper,
Don’t sweep
anyone’s hopes away
They’ve tossed
into the streets . . .
Tears, you know,
Cannot smear
Our Avenues.
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Copyright,1999, Üzeyir Lokman Çayci, Paris. Traduit par Yakup YURT en
français.
French free verse translated into English free verse by Richard Vallance, 2002.
Mr.
Çayci's site:
http://uzeyircayci.sitemynet.com.
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