Where the huts were before
a palace was erected
by your back and by your hands
reckless, useless gypsy.
Here is the unused, the uncut
marble calling your hands
careless gypsy carries it
to your shop and chisel it
craftsman builder I learned
my panting chest; new and
from the soft work of my hands
the rough marble took its shape
as I stooped my poor body
to erect a single column
I got to know the heaviest
the anguish of matching and
on the airy scaffold, I walked
for another kind of job
I stumbled and I tripled
the vertigo froze me as well.
My hand worked all over
on ebony bed covers
and crystal partitions, on
forged steel attachments
and all stony tiled floors
decorated to their expanse
by a multitude of statues
the big gates and the guards
the gargoyles and mermaids
for all visitors the four-folded
glories, arms and crowns,
the purple columned stoas;
there, painters resurrected
the ancient, golden battle
of giants; and the wide-open
windows with their colourful
frames and shining glasses
adorned the sun rays of fountains
lighting bolts of gleaming eyes.
And all alabaster and enamel
and the four-layered walls
(all of them, oh Logos, put on a line).
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Manolis Aligizakis 