Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

Long-listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

Heroism Without a Hero
Therefore let us say goodbye, who knows? Generations will
come to find me in the same position especially at night when
I’m absent
when everything is vague like a woman who aged from
dress to dress or a grey street sign onto which the unsuspecting
children lean,
of course, I’ve also been a naïve idealist with no ticket or
I’ve heard the creaking of a door and its real meaning like a
the rain song that takes the side of the poor
and every so often I lowered the light of the lamp so that I
could gain another adventure like someone they sent away many
a time until he becomes fully bloomed or I fell asleep in front of
the wheels of a car or that I wouldn’t sing only at night when fame
was asleep;
I am completely dishonest like this world that it belongs to you
only when you promise it to someone.

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Red in Black

Vegetables
I pointed out to the young man
of the supermarket
that the vegetables were wilted
and he laughed at my face
before he added two tomatoes
on the display tray
half rotten, repulsive tomatoes
red like blood of the man
shot by the policeman
and I wondered how to fix
all the anomalies of this world
before I concluded
the milk smelled almost rancid
and saying to the clerk
to feed the vegetables to his pigs
I walked out of the door

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Neo-Hellene Poets: An Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry

LAST NIGHT IN MY DREAM
Last night in my dream I saw
our newly born Christ
as cows blew on him
their hot breath.
His forehead was like the sun
though the manger was so poor
and each of the magic gleams
shone brighter than daylight.
The Magi leaned over his feet
and the star up high above
looked like a crown ready to place
upon the hair of Virgin Mary.
Shepherds and shepherd girls
knelt reverently before him,
blonde angels stood
and sang Hosannas round him.
Yet of the angels and the Magi
I never felt more envious
than of his mother’s lips
and her warm, her so warm kiss.

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George Seferis – Collected Poems

The Sentence to Oblivion
Who would estimate for us the sentence to oblivion?

Stop, passer-by, before the still lake;
the curly sea and the tormented ships
the roads that surrounded mountains and birthed stars
everything ends on this immense surface.
Now you may watch the swans calmly
look at them, they are white like a night’s sleep
without touching anywhere, they slide on a thin blade
that raises them slightly over the water.
They are like you, stranger, the still wings and you understand them
while the stone eyes of lions look at you
and the tree’s leaf remains uninscribed in the sky
and the slate pencil pierced the prison wall.
And yet the birds that slaughtered the village girls weren’t
other than them
the blood turned the milk red on the street’s flagstones
and their horses noiselessly drew in the troughs
illegible shapes like molten lead.

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