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


I don’t know how to say it. But the road at evening

yesterday resembled a theater in the grayish fog,

the stage vaguely discernible in the fading light

and from afar the actors moving upon it like shadows.

The faraway houses, the yards huddled together

and the branches of trees you’d think were old, discolored sets

where untold actors had played out their curious dramas

and you’d have heard at one time moaning, at another happy laughter.

I don’t know. They came out and met and sauntered

and performed, and it was sad and pleasant all at once

and, oh my God, as they performed night fell

and, oh my God, it fell and lowered its black curtain.


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