
I see your yesses coming from afar
and my own, like candles,
brandish
and burn
awaiting the centuries
A strong wind
carries off my hat my glasses my tattoo my arm
carries off
my leg and an eye
[I'm left there smiling before jets
gushing the joy of nothingness]
joy —
it too alone
Stay, if you want, by my side
— even if no one understands us
[Why let that, too, smother us]
Just let it flow
let time
the wine
the smoke
flow

Source:
- Athinakis, Dimitris. “Delirium for the Four Legs of a Love.” Translated by Karen Emmerich. Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry, edited by Karen Van Dyck, New York: New York Review of Books, 2016, p. 11.
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