Sunday, 25 October 2009


I could for hours inhale
your breath quietly, hearing you
speak like the sound of rain on a flower
about irrelevant matters.  Thus little we understand
one another, but you know, it’s enough
that I see your hand turning
the page of a book half-lit by the lamp
or your back covering the room
and me keeping silent.  Time has brought
this unexpected happening inside me:
it shone you honest and now I feel you
as a verdant fire growing more intense.
How noiselessly walks the night, prudent
for what remained unrealized or untold.

Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas

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