Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

I WONDER whether I can insist in some way that all these

things occurred. Where can I go? I asked myself as if I was

the one who chooses, yet, I kept on tiding up the rooms

since I was certain they would come, unless we had buried

them during the rainy days; (the last day of the corpse

continues incessantly),“who are you looking for?” I asked

“the homeowner” they tell me; I sighed and showed them

the opposite shadowy side,

      until I realized that this was my property which I could

slowly, painfully save and for this if one meets a few poor

dead people on the road they talk about the beggars who

got rich without knowing under their ragged overcoat how

hurtful their wings were.


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