Titos Patrikios – Selected Poems


And what has remained of your passing

time slowly smooths

like a pebble in the river.

I’m only certain of your name now.

And I always repeat it in front of the sea

that perhaps one night,

when the barbwire and stones choke us,

I might use it as a word of salvation

and suddenly I discover

that even that has vanished.


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