Spring in the Countryside
Time delays, light smoothens the surfaces, and enters the old
closets, the drawers, and under the beds, dries up the saliva
moistened pillow, it annuls the turn of the stairway,
it tidies the words in an iambic format. And he,
who had only one old, long-overcoat, which covered
the guileless scars, the grey hairs, are now forced
to remain naked under the light, pretending to be a
youngish statue, that one foolish passerby places on
his straw hairs was, a worn-out hat with ribbons
and wax cherries from the ancient summers.
Manolis Aligizakis 