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[aid] => Mick
[title] => HALİL İBRAHİM GÖCEK
[time] => 2003-01-13 21:40:00
[hometext] => French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 2002 [bodytext] => His mother: "You are my flower" she said. It is from Yozgat that he came to France. He brought love and hope into his new space, with nostalgia He deep mined for years, breathed coal dust, took his fatigue home. His children waited for him before the windows. At Forbach one day bad news arrived at his house. Halil Ibrahim Gocek had died in a passageway in the mine. Tears joined with cries. Love for him was felt all around. His memories have been sent here and there; under the coals they burn, becoming cinders like him His mother: "You are my flower" she said. It is from France that he departed for Yozgat. by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français HALİL İBRAHİM GÖCEK Sa mère : « Tu es ma fleur » lui disait-elle. C’est de Yozgat Qu’il est venu en France… Il a porté de l’amour et de l’espoir Dans son cœur Avec la nostalgie… Il a été mineur de fond pendant des années Ila respiré les poussières de charbon Il a emmené la fatigue à sa maison… Ses enfants L’ont attendu Devant les fenêtres. A Forbach Un jour La mauvaise nouvelle est arrivée à sa maison Halil Ibrahim GÖCEK Etait mort en morceaux Dans la galerie minière… Les larmes Se sont jointes aux cris… L’amour qu’on avait pour lui Est devenu profond dans les cœurs. Ses souvenirs Ont été envoyé par-ci par-là Sous forme de charbon, Ils se sont brûlés Ils sont devenus cendres Comme lui… Sa mère : « Tu es ma fleur » lui disait-elle. C’est de France Qu’il est parti pour Yozgat. Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI Metz – 1996 Traduit par : Yakup YURT [comments] => 1 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 44 [informant] => vercat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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