Whole Summer
How well the whole summer passed,
nights in a small garden. . .
you white as lilies
and in a furtive thought. . .
as if in the full moon night
the reverie can’t be crossed
becoming a palace
as if in house arrest
How well the whole summer passed,
nights in the small garden. . .
-Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar, translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
