POEM BY NAPOLEO LAPATHIOTIS
IN THE TAVERN
Now that the violin is heard and we have had a lot to drink
and by a crazy love we’re joined together
in warm camaraderie, bring us another round
that I may dive deep and lose myself in dreams,
my last friend.
If the wine stops flowing and if you also leave
and if the violin stops its sweet hoarse singing
deep in the void of my heart, immense like the sky,
the hoarseness of my death song I shall hear again.
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