Poem by Kostas Karyotakis
DON QUIXOTE
Don Quixote marches ahead gazing the edge
of his spear where he hangs his vision like a flag
short sighted visionary with but one tear
to humanly accept each curse and insult.
He stumbles onto the logic and staffs of others
ridiculously whipped mid of the road he crawls
Sancho said I told you so but the ones with great
plans remain calm and cry out Sancho my horse.
Thus if Cervantes wishes it I saw them
in their painless lives the knights of the dream
mounting their horses lamely and breathing bitterness
in tears ready to abandon the previous deeds
and I saw them returning — beautiful yet insane
archons who fought for inexistent kingdoms
and flowing like the armoured garment of the knight
they open their wound to show it to the sun.
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