Tasos Livaditis

Posted: 05/04/2017 by vequinox in Literature

 

For my brother Tasos Livaditis

 

In awe you have waited for them. And they’ve come.

Your dead have come to take you

in the light night drizzle. You stood for a while

under the street lamp at Metaxourgio square

listening to the voices of drunks coming from taverns

and the old folk songs you loved and

from far away the rebellious slogans

of the construction workers on strike

calm, at last, completely hidden

under the shadow of that flag

that the shouting populace had raised. Now

you’re asleep with a deep smile, knowing

the dead don’t grow old anymore

they neither lie nor die.

However who will console our sorrow

as we stand isolated before the locked door?

 

~Yannis Ritsos

 

 

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