POEM BY KOSTAS KARYOTAKIS
SONG
I walked all around your house (the moth flew
around the lamp until it met its sweet death) though
you didn’t come out that I’d burn into the flame of your eyes.
Alas, the fragrance of the body and of the soul
will be spoiled by contamination one night
even more alas that I won’t be the spoiler.
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