ANTEDILUVIAN OESTRUS
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Yesterday I was in a country
that I had never experienced
though it existed there all along
like a promise that mailed me
letters with the light.
I was listening to a singing voice
— a bit of a troubadour, a bit of a Greek —
and I entered the forest.
Ah, the forest with its clogs
houses! Soon the little red riding hood
will appear and the evil wolf after her,
I said, but the wolf wasn’t as evil
and the grandmother hadn’t vanished.
She organized festivities among
the celebratory leaves and indulged
in the life of a woman like a she-wolf.
Manolis Aligizakis 