Unfulfilled

Fraction
Through a lack of interaction
I realised that I am a fraction
The moment you don’t let love through
I am a fraction without you
One would approach… you don’t let them
Without you… a fraction… I am
Confidential
Parts may shake or they may tremble
In a moment confidential
Emotional and physical
Won’t be divided, not at all
We will feel like we’re in the moment
Like golden threads connect each movement
Within forever, the first time
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
Independent
Maybe, love is independent
Of the start, the middle and the end, and…
Of places, thoughts and people too
It just holds, that I love you

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Θησέας και Αντιόπη

Λεωνίδας Καζάσης, Δύο ποιήματα

Pink Floyd: Echoes

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume V

Thoughtful Behaviour

He counted the handshakes, his expressions, his words,

even during the night, when, alone, in his dark room,

he was taking care of his shoes, his clothes, moving

from his bed to the closet. And if, once, at midnight,

he got undressed and observed his nakedness

erotically in front of the mirror, this took place as if

he didn’t know that the voyeur was listening, from

the next room, from the vacant, empty room with

the nails in the walls, and was always watching him  

through the invisible holes in the door and his own body.

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Chthonian Bodies

Ontogenesis
Immortal darkness
of the underworld, oh, Kore
a supplicant I become
the sky to adorn
the cloud with my fear to define
momentous freedom of thought
I am the Great Spirit’s song
eternal warmth of life
I possess before I come down
to find refuge in your abode
after my days reach their end
accept me in your Sanctum Sanctorum
oh Kore, a simple minded fir I’ve been
for all the days and nights of my life

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Η κραυγή τους//Il loro grido

Κατερίνα Φλωρά, Απόσταγμα

Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Disposition

And I tried to name the nameless

describe it to the beasts with images

of my kin and they laughed at my expense

so cheap was the guilt those days

that I bought a lot with my tears

and I devoted my energy to reach

the unreachable, dreamer that I was

trying to unclasp my innocence

from the talons of the void

the sweet voice of the poet yelled

from deep within my essence what

you save during the length of a lightning bolt

diaphanous it will remain forever

I stood speechless before the wise statue

and pondered on the meaning of little

whitewashed houses by the bay

and the metal cross of the little chapel

that crucified my inheritance

black stigmata and my disposition

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Fragment for Yorick

With Eyes Closed
Beautiful as the wilderness
is tamed by pagodas
as the fourth eye weeps the nectar,
as on the artificial turf
the boy is dribbling between two lightning bolts
Here swallows guard the summer,
our fading, lean summer.
They zigzag tirelessly and
and as long as they are here, they don’t let
the molecules of summer disintegrate.
Reading cloud-books
the unflappable windmill,
grinding its letters into flour
that the bread may not be only earth and water,
but blue sky too.
Today I have no reason to flee,
yet I remember. Somewhere
there’s a hidden door, I’ll smoothen
the wall. I close my eyes,
to make it easier to find.

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