Manifestation
We sensed deeply that the time had come. From the shiver
of the wind and the melody of morning dew, from
the strange light over the cemetery and the laughter
of the fat woman, we knew the time had arrived when
He would appear, the Übermensch with all His power
in the chrysanthemums’ simplicity, in the humility
of the front step of our house, we knew it,
our Übermensch would appear.
But tell me, if you can, how the widow spent her first
night of loneliness? And we prayed for smooth sailing,
for rocky promontories that gazed at the infinite, let them
be holy, and for the hyacinths that poked the soil in every
frosty March until finally He arrived: our Übermensch.
Manolis Aligizakis 