Aldebaran
…We’ve left our concern with
the bird oarsmen and
the tiredness of bread and wine
with the expanse of the northwestern wind
and time the master craftsman.
We raised the elegy of rain high up
to the top of the cypresses
lancing the silent viscera of the night.
Our days and deeds are shields and
banners that intimidate Hades
horse rider of the opposite cross-road.
With your finger you’ll write
of our love and faraway voice
in the futile easiness of the sea and
like a child you’ll sleep
on the eyelids of roses
when you alone, incomparable
will shine
on the bear-creaks and the mountain tops of memory.
Manolis Aligizakis 