Under the pines

N. Lygeros

Translated from the Greek by Angeliki Papadopoulou

There, under the pines
we were waiting for the world of passion.
We had learnt about the cypress
and we turned our gaze.
Each moment was one death
of oblivion which couldn’t stand the monster
of memory and we died together
so that the bookmark wouldn’t be lost.
Then the pines bent with us.

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