Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

As a child, I first met you on an uphill Phanari
side street.
A hanging lamp in the Byzantine Temple lit
your kind face.
Were you, I wonder, one of the myriad faces
that Constantine Palaiologos assumed and left
behind?
Boyaca, Ayacucho, bright and eternal concepts.
I was there.
We had passed through there to the old borders.
Far behind, they had started the fires in Leskovik.
During the night, the army climbed up toward
the battle
from where familiar sounds were heard. Next to
it, going down, endless busses carried
the wounded.
Don’t let anyone get disturbed. Down there is
the lake.
They’ll pass through here, behind the cane fields.
The roads were compromised: work and glory to
Hormovitis, who is famous for such things.
The whistle is heard. To your positions, march!
Come, dismount the horses. Put the cannons
in their positions, get a towel, clean the bores,
light fuses, hold them tight.
The cannon balls are to the right. Vras!
Vras, fire, in Albanian: Bolivar!

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He Rode Tall

Excerpt

was down to his last seventy-five dollars. And if they were going to
be able to buy gas to get back home, he had to be very careful with
the little bit of cash that he did have.
Joel and Tanya had just finished tidying up their supplies
adjacent to the stalls and were giving the horses one last look
when an attractive, middle-aged woman dressed in fancy western
wear approached them. From her looks, Joel guessed that
she had never cleaned a stall in her life. He only wished that he
could say the same for himself—in the last few months he had
done enough stall cleaning to last a lifetime. Helping Harry
change the bedding in the stalls was more of a workout than
what city people would get at high-priced health clubs. “That’s
it,” Joel thought. With a chuckle he told himself that if the
horse business didn’t work out he could always convert the
Circle H into a health and fitness center. One thing was certain,
Joel was in the best physical condition that he had been in
for years.
“You the owner?” the lady asked.
“I am,” Joel replied.
“Mary Lou Schwartz. Is the palomino for sale?”
Joel looked at Tanya and, as he saw the word “No” forming on
her lips, stepped up and replied, “Well now, I guess everything is
really for sale at the right price isn’t it?”
The shock showed on Tanya’s face. As she started to protest,
Joel continued, “What did you have in mind?”
“I was looking for a young reining horse that could eventually
join our broodmare band. This little girl might fit the bill. She’s
nicely put together and seems real sweet and gentle. How does
5,000 dollars sound?”
“Too low” is what Joel thought, but he bit his tongue, knowing
that the offer was just a starting point. He asked, “Would you like
to see her papers?”
“Sure. You are probably going to tell me that she is some kind
of a great-great granddaughter of a Doc Bar or something like
that, aren’t you?”

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Orange

Secret
The great happiness
we wish to find
in the mysticism
of the olive grove,
in the moist autumnal fragrance
canticle of sounds flowing into
ears unaccustomed to beauty
there, in the light breeze
where the meaning of duty
was freely served,
in the mind’s serenity
we had for years longed although
unconcerned we wasted
in the wrong throw of the dice,
there was our hidden happiness
as we couldn’t understand
it was we who buried it deep
in the rekindled loss of memory
while our symbols became
daggers for the other man.

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