From time to time, I busy myself (mis)translating poems from languages that I do not speak. Tonight it is eight below zero outside. I expect we will have the white here in Cappadocia tomorrow, if not quite the Christmas.
So, it seemed appropriate to share this mistranslation from the great Turkish modernist poet Sezai Karakoç.
Happy Christmas, or Yule, or whatever midwinter festival you prefer, to one and all.
