“Thus Bare Shoulder’d” by Gülseli İnal, as translated by Sebnem Susam
Yes, I am dreaming about rain in the hot desert and in this poem I found myself in the middle of a myth, a dream, the fairies. I could sense the wind—from the west, the raindrops. I felt the magic, the story.
…be it yours
these crystal fingers thus bare shoulder’d be it yours this this rose-
You can read the poem here: http://www.turkishpoetry.net/gulseliinal.htm