Why tell about the dark wood

Midway in the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood, for the straight way was lost.  Yaşam yolumuzun ortasında  karanlık bir ormanda buldum  kendimi, çünkü doğru yol yitmişti. Ah, how hard it is to tell the nature of that wood, savage, dense, and harsh — the very thought of itContinue reading “Why tell about the dark wood”

 *Before the close of light

Now was the hour that melts the heart anew In voyagers with yearning for the shore The day beloved friends have said adieu, Gemiyle denize açılanların, Sevgili dostlarından ayrıldıkları günü anımsayıp Yüreklerinin ezildiği saatlerdi; And the new pilgrim feels the pang once more Of love, on hearing from the far-off land Bells that belike theContinue reading ” *Before the close of light”