Kariotakis-Polydouri, The Tragic Love Story

JUSTIFICATION

Then I shall let the song be free

to buzz above me

the laughter of the people

and the wind’s whistle will keep up with it

I shall lie down, close my eyes

and laugh as never before

goodnight, say hello to the light

I’ll say to the last person I’ll meet.

When together we shall take the road

somehow my presence will sit heavy

for the first time — upon the shoulders of four men.

Then, paying my life’s effort handsomely

the shovel graciously will toss

dirt and thorns beautifully over me. 

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