A HYPOTHESIS
Look, for the first time I see the grass
I tread on every day,
The flagstones crossing the two yards
And all of a sudden there are a thousand gardens,
The woodland strawberries whose leaves have jagged edges
I myself grew them some time ago,
Like the strangely amazed child
Who left home for the first time, I see
The daffodils covering all the graves,
The shape of the moments goes down into the grass, into the stalks
And the wild lilac rising to the sky
Rocks small drops of a blue sun
And calls me out,
“We shall resurrect, we shall resurrect, we shall resurrect!”
Manolis Aligizakis 