Expectation

Yes, it was all in vain, we knew it and all the news

we received a description of the abominable horrors in detail:

deeds of friends, acts of foes, merely insignificant and

we paid attention to the song of the chickadee and

to the meadow’s fecund verdure, still able to sing amid

the colorful destruction of our childhood as we gazed at

the decapitated houses as if they were gleaming

stars.

Then, we too, threw away our credit cards and free

from unpaid guilt we walked anew yet as desolate

as the earth we were meant to traverse.

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One Drop

He has neither time nor the desire anymore,

he can’t look. He drops and raises an old, holed

bucket into the water well, he draws black

water, he pours it into the black water he already

has. The rope wears out slowly. His only fear,

now, that the rope might break and thus he might

not be able to draw black water. One drop fell

on his shoe, it shines in the sunshine; he can see

that as it grows, it grows and expands to the whole

garden, to the whole world, one drop

on the huge medlar tree leaf and the blinding,

slanting sun ray.

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Πώς μπόρεσα να σκεφτώ να είμαι φιλοευρωπαίος; – Come ho potuto pensare di essere europeista?

Θωμάς Γκόρπας, Δύο ποιήματα