LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
One day we’ll receive a letter from another era; we’ll
put it on the table and while being embarrassed we’ll
think how foreign we still feel; words will look like
ghosts, you may find an invitation in the street, although
we won’t have any memory left, cafes will resemble
landscapes of the beyond and I, the only fool, will get up
and scream: “comrades”, as if answering to the last silence;
the calendar will show October with the wilted leaves
and the uprisings.
Manolis Aligizakis 