Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry, 1750-2018



Long and narrow rusted table

hardly stands motionless

bleached out tablecloth as though

thrown in debts of river for a long time

cloth faded like her eyes gazing the sea’s

agony that reaches the foreign land

where her son has vanished

shade of grapevine thick like a sin

and harsh like a thought pounding 

her memory that light may be reborn

and he brings two plates

trembling hands pour wine in two glasses

small plate with olives, piece of feta

and the sigh expertly camouflaged by a smile 

the lone cicada that insists to disturb

monologue of their loneliness

finally he sits next to her when

above them the grapevine laughs

as his calloused fingers touch

her wrinkled hand and the sun

somewhere higher than everybody

roars with laughter when the old man says

to her…you forgot to make the salad

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