Words of gold on the kerchief * I found them when I was out walking day before yesterday Tomorrow and yesterday were teaching you * the alphabet out on the clover But I was passing through the ultimate gate tied up in times yarns The nightingales gave you no rest in Troy where you bled dry a whole generation for nothing It would have been better if your name had been Maria and you had been a seamstress in Kokkinia and not living with this company not knowing the murderers star *. Many came back scarred by the savage payment of time. In between, on the way, four winds took them for a walk for a while and they found the light that does not tremble and the sadness that has no cause. And like the others, these too were lost, they were found half-way, barking like dogs, and from the old sufferings, nothing is left but a dog thirsting in the night. Women at the corner, by light of the acetylene, are talking, not making sense, on the shore of the sea. And on the open seas of the world there are the trucks they will be unloaded in Kaisariani. What happened to this century that turned life over on its back like a turtle How did fate and the years do it you heard not one poet. Who looses the worlds tangle? Who is the captain in the mountains? Who gives love and joy and goes for a walk among the myrtles of Hades? Words of gold in fields of grass, who will find them for the next generation? They bound me to the straights * and the canons and at the dawn of one bad day, archers, phalanxes and legions took me and put me in a cage, and in the dungeons, with the centuries as dice, the money-lenders are playing their games. I was looking for the great hunting, and yet I was no mangas, no tough guy. I passed by your own tribunals. When you find me in Hades you may judge me again, before witnesses, and punish me like a criminal.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 22:59:52 +0000
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