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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