POEMS FROM THE TURKISH

Translated by Spiro K. Kostof

By Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı
If the kids don’t throw stones,
And the boats don’t cut it through,
If the fish never budge
Nor the winds ever blow,
Just you watch the beauty of the sea
At the hour when the waters are still.
Add to it a full moon’s glow:
Now wouldn’t you run a horse on such a sea?