George Seferis – Collected Poems

XXIV
Here end the works of the sea, the works of love.
Those who will live here someday where we die
perhaps the blood will darken in their memory and
overflow
let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels
let them turn the heads of the victims toward Erebus:
We who had nothing will teach them tranquility.

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Antony Fostieris – Selected Poems

Silence
Silence — you see it, you hit it with
the nailed coffin with a dead man with his choking breath.
You crawl close to him during the nights
you ask questions yet his voice is lost for years.
He has forgotten to speak, and you only listen
to the creaking of the stars and ethereal domes.
You hear the rustle of all the secret sounds
that cover the rattling of the machine guns.
Silence. Mother, holy whore who has hidden the meaning
of the end in its uterus since the beginning.
I stare through the window: airplanes cut,
into pieces, angels upon the open skies.

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Orange

Vigil
Old vigilant women
had no concern for
dusting their coronals
no worry about mopping the floor
or rearranging their glassware
in the hatch of the decrepit house
for the half-open windows
the neglected yard
where they buried
poets of another era
bones of their relatives
forgotten, neglected
dirty fingernails. although
quite stoically they waited
for a diaphanous revolution
and prepared shallow graves
for their future dead men

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