Saturday, February 19, 2005

New York

Aftin tin periodo vriskomai stin New York. I alithia ine pws exw entypwsiastei poly. Den tha ithela omws katholou na milisw gia tin idia tin poli giati nomizw pws opoios tin exei episkeftei gnwrizei eidei to poso omorfi ine+opoios den exei erthei ine poli ekenvristiko na to akouei. To mono pou tha ithela na grapsw ine ena poima tis Amerikanidas Sylvia Plath, apo tin teleftaia tis poiitiki syllogi, prin aftoktonisei,

Sheep in Fog


The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breathe.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells_
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

1 Comments:

At February 20, 2005 at 1:13 AM, Blogger evee said...

αχ.. ένα post από το big apple!

do it your way M

 

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