Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

THEN I understood it was late and there was no place

left for me anymore “but why do they torture me?”

I asked “since we all live in a stranger’s body” and

when night came I went for a confession although

even the priest couldn’t explain it; I therefore tried

to search better and raising the lamp I saw in horror

that there wasn’t any house and that I was always

outside, “help” I yelled but so much time had passed;

       then night came so the blind man could walk by

as if he was turning little pages with his cane a bit further

away sometimes he sang in a low tone voice, like his mom

or as if he wanted to cover the underworld and perhaps

that song was leading him and his dog.


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