After spending a night,
Sleepless they go
Outside to face
The veiled morning lift.
They drag their feet
Through the streets,
Over the bridges,
Onto the wet sand.
They strip, one by one;
Leaving all behind
To the wind,
They walk into the raging sea.
It hit them
Beat them across
Their naked bodies
Numb.
They feel nothing.
The first phrase of the sun
Comes cold
Burning them.
Pushed
Out of the sea
They crawl
Onto the shore.
A wet embrace
Finds them quivering for heat;
Dead blue lips, stinging
In May.
Poem by Fidan Gasimova
Translated by Vera Linder
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