On wet summer garden grass we lay
together, day after day.
You were beautiful, simple as a dream,
enchanting as night, serene.
We shared from the tree’s open arms
a slice of fabled fruit — moonlight —
In life’s dark hours cascading starlight
and peace emptying from your palms.
Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar
Translated by George Messo
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