Gravitational carnation

Do you know little by little you are living inside me

But with you there is a transfiguration

For instance we drink wine, as if a carnation is falling inside us

A tree is working tick tock beside us

My stomach was, my mind was—this little bit remains.

 

 

You lean towards the carnation, I take and pass it to you voilà

And you pass it more beautiful to another

The other passes it along n'est-ce pas

So goes the carnation from hand to hand.

 

 

You see then, you and I are growing a passion,

I'm touching on you, I'm warming up to you, this is not that

Look how, seven colors become as one

We are silently uniting.

 

Edip Cansever -1957

Done