At the end of spring that we’ve reached,
I’m still living its very first day,
I don’t know rain, wind, or even September…
Why, you ask?
I’ve listened to sad songs,
Seen many fall ill from the pain of parting,
Witnessed countless fallen leaves,
And so much more…
Am I tired then?
No, not that either,
Perhaps it’s my nature,
Or maybe a plea from my heart!
Don’t mention Aragon to me!
I’m in love and happy,
Perhaps just to spite his poetry,
In the first days of spring,
I “live happily, happily!”
Beril Yabar
09/09/2016
A brief explanation of the poem:
The poet expresses a unique experience of spring, feeling as though they’re continuously living its beginning. This is likely due to the emotional experiences they’ve had, which have somehow made their perception of time and seasons more subjective. Despite the melancholy themes they’ve encountered (sad songs, partings, falling leaves), the poet claims to be happy and in love. This defiance, particularly against the poet Aragon, suggests a personal rebellion against traditional notions of love and loss.
