Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry 1750-2018

Posted: 30/01/2023 by vequinox in Literature



He put his bag on the floor,

he lay next to me

he raised one leg and

leaned it against the wall

as if to leave

a fleshy mark on it

a faint human trace

the other leg was resting

on the cool cement

suddenly as though he remembered

something very important

he got up

walked to the table

leaned down and smelt

the last bloomed rose

then he let a sigh float

in the darkened room

as if to release

burden of his last breath

and without any word

he collapsed on the cool cement

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