Landscape and Man
Olive groves, cactus pear trees, eucalyptuses, poplars
the good encounter, serene, truthful landscape, low
roof with storks. Taygetus is made of stone and wind,
history, blood, and a tractor passing on the asphalt. The
old woman stares from the ravaged house, motionless
for years and years; a sparrow saunters next to the
horseshoe. It’s not I and you and the third man; sea
upon sea light blue salt, gleam, the fisherman, the
morning matins, nets; I don’t want to remember, he had
said, the man, my boy, becomes what he recalls, that’s
his only possession. He grabbed a black stone and put it
on top of his yellow shirt so the wind wouldn’t blow it
away. Thus, naked in the fear of his new nakedness, so
naked, in the fear of his new disguise.
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