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MIGRATION II



Now
One can see trees
From his window.
And it rains during the day
Along the canal.
The moon comes up at night
And there is a Thursday market
In the square.
But he,
Perhaps it is exile, money,
Perhaps a letter,
He thinks of something else.



Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989