Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

2023 Longlist Announcement

(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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