Lane Stash-John Hope

Lane Stash, John Ümit'in okunuşudur in the language of poetry.

The day comes anımsar us these streets.
Narrow pavements gölgelerimizi özleyeceği.
Trees gövdelerindeki o old wound depreşir.
Lamps ölgün lights a little more kederlenir.

A girl walks so a
Seke seke through clouds.
A serçelerde has this bustle,
A at its small hands,
Our job is sea blue çakıp,

Burn dark.