Apollo
And I grew under Apollo’s sun
minutes of expressiveness
alone in brightness
stunning reign of sun
and before I opened my eyes
I was accompanied
by the law of failure
born blind, tearless and
accused of heresy
a revolution in its making
even before I could utter
a groan or a begging cry
I gathered all my strength
to pick a date with death
hours before I appeared
in my mother’s arms
newborn festivity
error permitted, once and forever
two legs just to walk
a heart as if
to feel emotion
and other human traces
of grandeur
Manolis Aligizakis 