Poetic Economics

Erdal ALOVA

POETIC ECONOMICS

June is the month I feel the coldest
Perhaps it is because I was born in June
I feel in love at the age of four
At thirteen I wrote poems
I was a boarder deeply in love
In my eves violet flowers
I memorized all the works of the night
I was a Phoenix of poetry
I rose from my ashes whenever I was consumed
I poisoned my roses and cried over them
For love I crossed a thousand mountains
I was Narcissus
From my reflection on the marigold I almost died
It was the year of solitude A.D.
I drowned between the land and the sea

Translated by Yılmaz Çevirgen