Mirror by the Entrance
The wealthy house had in its entryway
a huge, quite old mirror,
bought at least eighty years ago.
A very handsome young man, a tailor’s employee,
(on Sundays an amateur athlete)
stood there holding a parcel. He gave it
to a member of the household, who went inside
to get a receipt. The tailor’s employee
was left alone and waited.
He went close to the mirror and had a look
at himself, and he adjusted his tie. Five minutes later,
they brought him the receipt. He took it and left.
But the old mirror that had seen and seen,
during its long years of life,
thousands of things and faces,
the old mirror rejoiced now,
and felt proud that it had received
that gorgeous beauty for a few minutes.
Manolis Aligizakis 