A Sunday Poem (on Monday?)

Sunday’s poem is coming a day late.  I’m en route back to Lənkəran from Tbilisi where I was taking the LSAT, and the road is long, dusty, and dry.  As I’m catching a few minutes of internet here in Ağcabədi, enjoy In a Windy Autumn Day (Küləkli payız günündə) by Vaqif Səmədoğlu. These days in Azerbaijan, the wind is low out here in the regions, but we’ve been treated to some great, sunny fall days.

In a Windy Autumn Day

My heart is opening and closing
Like the door of an abandoned cottage
in a windy autumn day.
I am drawing the profiles of my days
with my finger
on the dusty window glass of the world…
My God, just please,
Stroke my head at least!

For the Azeri:

Küləkli payız günündə

Küləkli payız günündə
atılmış bağ evinin
qapısıtək
açılır, örtülür
ürəyim.
Barmağımla
günlərimin profilini çəkirəm
dünya pəncərəsinin
toz basmış şüşəsində…
Ay Allah
heç olmasa
başımı sığalla!

(From the book, “A Far Green Island” by Vaqif Səmədoğlu. Published 1965)