Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

WE ALL waited along the length of the road, each with

           his own story,

as if in a worn out hide. Some years ago we started

winds and memories and forever separations,

what was left? Only the star which fell with a thud

in the travellers fires and each evening,

when old women gathered and cursed

            the great legends,

we, with hands under our arms, retained the valuable

lost time a little longer.     


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