Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
(Excerpt)
Ah, when shall we return? Bring one of those
old carriages
which parked in the suburb square or the ones
created by the evening shadows. And I, why
did I grow? What was I expecting to find? Distant
voices heard in a dream
or a lonely night when you, in lust, cried silently
for things forgotten by most people
and we shall never find that era when we lived
the best we had love for a colourful pebble, the
secret burial of a bird,
or a letter, without an addressee, which we took
to the post-office
since our summer friend had left without letting us
know
“but the letter has no addressee” the post-office clerk
said – since then you knew the world can’t offer you
any help.
Besides time has come to accept that we too don’t create
anything important; yet what is important? And of what
use would it be?
My good people fate tricked us or the dream
betrayed us and oh, futile hope, how we loved you
once!
The twenty-day moon. How have the years passed?
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Manolis Aligizakis 