POEM BY MARIA POLYDOURIS
AT THIS TIME
This time, like no other, I think of you
lonely soul, stranger passerby.
Friends and lovers were around you (am I right
or your eyes were saddened?)
Not even one lover or a friend
who in an hour such as this hour
would shake your hand. (Can I protect
your legacy from the false fame?)
No one stood close to you, yes, no one was there
even one you dared call your friend
your Fate’s provocation, your shriek
in the silent loneliness that scares you.
Hideously alone, with the chiton
of your dream permanently ripped
you marched to a famous country
that vanished in the deep heart of infinity
Libros Libertad 