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One of the waitresses at Berlin’s Astoria Restaurant was a jewel of a girl.She’d smile at me across her heavy trays.She looked like the girls of the country I’ve lost.Sometimes she had dark circles under her eyes—I don’t know why.I…
The icebreaker leads the way, our boat shudders in its wake. I watch from my cabin porthole, the sea is frozen solid white. I come from Istanbul—I grew up by the warm, salt sea.We like our colors, light, and life…
We open doors,close doors,pass through doors,and reach at the end of our only journey no city, no harbor—the train derails,the ship sinksthe plane crashes.The map is drawn on ice.But if I could begin this journey all over again, I would.
deep mountains lined up in rowsthe pine forest reached to the seaon the shore an old man laystretched out on the pebble beach and this sun-ripe September daythe distant news of sunken shipsthe cool blue of the northeast breezecaressed the…
I don’t know if it was early morning late afternoonor maybe midnight I don’t knowwindows entered my room with curtains and without I like print curtainsbut there were lace curtains too and black shadesI ran them up and downtill some…
The bees, like big drops of honey carrying grapevines to the sun, came flying out of my youth; the apples, these heavy apples, are also from my youth;the gold-dust road,these white pebbles in the stream,my faith in songs,my freedom from…
This year, early fall in the far south, I steep myself in the sea, sand, and sun, in trees, in apples like honey.At night the air smells like ripening grain: the night sky descends on the hot dusty road, and…
This is the leaf fall of my generation, most of us won’t make winter.I went crazy, Refili,when I got the news. . .What was I saying. . . Do you remember, Mikhail. . .But you don’t have any memory now,…
Soon after you leftit got cold and snowed.When that happens, they say the sky is weeping for the dead.But that’s spring, you know.On the 13th of April the sun opened up. Prague suddenly smiledeven there at the cemetery.Though they still…
Fall morning in the vineyard: in row after row the repetition of knotty vines, of clusters on the vines, of grapes in the clusters, of light on the grapes.At night, in the big white house, the repetition of windows, each…