Unreal City – Çiçek verir mi bu yıl?

  Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where SaintContinue reading “Unreal City – Çiçek verir mi bu yıl?”

Forgetful snow

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Kış, bizi sıcak tuttu, örterek  Yeryüzünü unutkan karla; besleyerek Küçük bir yaşamı, kuru yumru köklerle.  from “The Wasteland/Çorak Ülke,” T.S. Eliot Çeviren: Yaşar Günenç

Then again, it is still March

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Nisan, en zalim ay; doğurtur Leylakları, ölü topraktan; harmanlar Anıyı ve tutkuyu; kışkırtır Ölgün kökleri bahar yağmuruyla.   from “The Wasteland/Çorak Ülke,” T.S. Eliot Çeviren: Yaşar Günenç