Unspecified Person
Now the years have passed, and I who have loved all the joys
of the world,
I must deny them now; these days run by us fast, and
at night, that unspecified person appears by the stairway:
“What do you want?” I ask in fear, “My share?” he answers
God, my Lord, where can I find such a treasure to give him
because who hasn’t spent a whole treasure in his youth?
I was so sad that my steps guided me to the old family
home, or I could fall in love with a stopped clock.
Do you remember our flirting with our cousins? So many
summers, and we didn’t manage to discover the garden.
So many autumns and we still haven’t discovered our souls
and oh, shattering of our dream: you shut all our paths just
to open a path to the unknown.
One day it’ll rain, and I’ll die of nostalgia.
Manolis Aligizakis 