Like a suitcase
I trail
in empty airports
on belts
creaking
with rust.
People’s remnants
are covered with grass
people themselves
are dry grass
set apart
the wind whistles blood.
An outlying airplane
coughs - moribund - straw.
___________________
The sun pulsates,
a heart in an adolescent’s body.
The flesh rots
dead leaves return to the trees
they hang
like diamond earrings
from the ends of square
fossilized verses
never to be sculptured.
Grass - dry -
(Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas)
The sun pulsates,
a heart in an adolescent’s body.
The flesh rots
dead leaves return to the trees
they hang
like diamond earrings
from the ends of square
fossilized verses
never to be sculptured.
Grass - dry -
already grows in our works।
(Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas)
(From the collection of poems "Paper's Memory", ed. Saixpirikon, 2009)
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