translated from the Turkish by Nell Wright

My mother dries figs
with her blue-veined hands.
My mother smiles at walnuts
as though time in the heart never started.

 


 

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Copyright © 2025 by Bejan Matur. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 12, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.