Table

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Inspired by Table from the Turkish of Edip Cansever

Submitted: August 02, 2012

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A young lady exuberant from newly independent life

Put her books on the table,

Put silk flowers in a long, white vase there.

She put her apple and hot, green tea on the table.

She put there the sunlight that streamed into the bell tower,

Sounds of tall heels, sounds of a laughing woman

The softness of a quilt and the sparkling rain she put there.

On the table the young lady put

The horrors that settled in her mind

What she thought she wanted out of life,

She put that there.

All those she loved and all those she hated

The young lady put them on the table too.

The countless stars make infinity.

The young lady put infinity on the table.

She was next to the chapel next to the Lord.

She reached out and placed on the table holiness.

So many days she wanted to kiss a young man.

She put on the table the longing of that kiss.

She placed there her sleep deprivation and her buzz of caffeine that kept her awake;

Her hunger and her fullness she placed there.

Now that’s what I call a table!

It didn’t complain at all about the load.

It wobbled once or twice, then stood firm.

The young lady kept piling things on.

 


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