Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

and when I arrive
at the last
step
of this dark
ladder
and I open
the door
of the room
I, then,
sense
that the room
was
is
big
garden
filled with music
and paintings
a room
full of bed sheets
thrown
in the garden
bed sheets
some fluttering
like flags
and like
windowpanes
and others were
thrown down
like mirrors
and others

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