Last year, when I wrote you my last letterthe beginning of my future poetryI acknowledged who you really were for the first time Geçen yıl, sana son mektubumu yazarkengelecek şiirimin başlangıcınıilk defa kim olduğunun farkına vardım I didn’t call you by any other nameI let you know that I knew the true nature of your heartThat it was evil,