Kornaros's Classic Poem in Longhand by (an 12-year old resident of Crete) Manolis Emmanuel Aligizakis
Greek Canadian Literature Libros Libertad Manolis Aligizakis
The Unknown
He knew what his successive disguises stood for
(even with them often out of time and always vague)
a fencer a herald a priest a rope walker
a hero a victim a dead Iphigenia He didn’t know
the one he disguised himself as His colorful costumes
pile on the floor covering the hole of the floor
and on top of the pile the carved golden mask
and in the cavity of the mask the un-fired pistol
ALWAYS THE SAME
Every night all things tumble into darkness, yet
the sound of their tumbling survives. This sound
is as it re-establishes everything anew.
Indeed,
next morning, in the freshness of dawn, among
the newly built habitations, among the light emitted
by the big whitewashed and yellow buildings,
life stands
before the unshaven time, the way a woman stands
in front of a man
waiting silently to be kissed and to be serenaded just
before she’ll give birth and start singing alone.
Spaciousness
The footsteps of the lone woman on the upper floor;
Outside, in the courtyard, the last words of old men;
closed carpentries in the deserted squares of the county;
the vacationers leave; over the trees a deep light-blue,
tried, hairy, enduring. A sense of eternity remains
on the mouths of empty bottles piled outside
the fence of the country café and on the crates
under the vacant quay. A load delivered,
lightness of the void, spaciousness. A three digit
number written with pencil behind the door.
Από το Αρχαιολογικό Μουσείο Ελευσίνας
Η Καρυάτιδα από τα Μικρά Προπύλαια [Α.Μ.Ε. 5104]
Χρονολογείται στους ρωμαϊκούς χρόνους (1ος αι. π.Χ.)
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