LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
In memoriam for Memos Panagiotopoulos
and Tasos Spiropoulos
Now, leaving out the dark parts of the narrative,
I’ll refer to the fact that we had to cry in a low tone
voice since the owner forbade our dreams and only
the hand of the sick woman, who was to die soon,
sometimes escaped his attention and touched an apple
in the garden;
then, when we left, that garden followed us so
no one else could pass by us without getting
an unforgettable impression of us like in the evening
when you light the lamp which obliges you with
the lighted stairway or like all those deaths so that
the cypress could complete
its true name.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 