Summer Solstice
5
The world wrapped in narcotic sheets
has nothing else to offer
but this finale. In the hot night
the withered priestess of Hecate
up on the terrace with her bare breasts
supplicates an artificial full-moon,
as two juvenile slave girls, yawning,
mix in a copper pot
aromatic potions.
Those who love perfumes will be happy tomorrow.
Her pathos and her make up
are those of the tragic-actress
their plaster has already peeled.
A Simple Woman
She dressed green beans. Placed them in a casserole
to boil. She went out to the terrace for a while and gazed at
the deep blue sea absentmindedly; she had never paid
attention to it before. She untied her apron, placed it
on the railings. Going inside again she felt on her shoulders
the wide palms of summer that threw her down to the floor.
The light, the light, it whispered in her ear. Was the light
or summer talking to her now?
She raised her legs obediently. Next to her, in the kitchen
the beans were heard as they were boiling and her apron
fluttered out in the terrace like a small international flag.
THREE POEMS ABOURT SORROW
I
The spider and my life
but an erotic summary
sorrow of the leaf
small organism of nothing.
In each of my corners
a trapped lion
a desperate ant
the light an extreme shadow
and I’m even grayer
than yesterday.
With childish Paradises
I sweeten time
till the day
one day
that I’ll get courage
in death.
Το ειδώλιο προέρχεται από τάφο, που εντοπίστηκε στον συνοικισμό Ραμόνα Θεσσαλονίκης, στην περιοχή όπου εκτείνεται το δυτικό νεκροταφείο, μαζί με ειδώλιο Αφροδίτης σε κογχύλι και χορεύτριας. Χρονολογείται στον 1ο αι. π.Χ.
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