Vera

there’s a tree inside of me

purchased at the solar shop

fish in schools its foliage or fire

and singing birds its fruits

interstellar travelers have landed

on this sun within me

I heard their language in my dreams

it has no untowardnesses ever

a pallid roadway drives through me

with grains of wheat ants carry

and carousers in wheeled vehicles

but no funeral corteges

there is no passing time in me

but only the red rose

today’s Friday then Saturday

or never it’s the same to me

Nazim Hikmet
tr. after Konuk & Blasing