Where do the poets go at night?
Where do poets go at night?
Why they saunter with bloodied hands?
Why they go up on roofs and scream?
Why they have a bandage over their hearts?
Why the letters they painfully incise in paper,
with pen, or pencil
leave light traces of blood?
Why does the swan quiver,
white and virginal,
spreads its wings and
writes its last verse?
Manolis Aligizakis 