POEM BY MARIA POLYDOURIS
YOU WON’T RETURN
You won’t return anymore to grace me with
something from the gifts the beautiful life
has graced you: a flower perhaps? The life
that fills your heart and body with such beauty.
You won’t return anymore to take my hands
that froze as if an enemy’s hands?
Joined with yours, calm pair of hands
that need doesn’t come near them any longer.
You won’t return! And the days pass by slowly
and as you go away my familiar fate
comes close to me, alone
for so long with the secret grief.
Don’t you ever think that perhaps, truly,
in sad moment I’ll direct myself
to the fateful end that awaits me
and never to return?
Manolis 