Kostas Karyotakis Poems

Detested by both men and gods,
like nobles who have bitterly decayed,
the Verlaines wither; wealth remains
to them, of rich and silvery rhyme.
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From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly

You’re not in love, you say, and you don’t remember.
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I speak of lives given to the light
of serene love, and while they flow
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A sweet hour. Athens sprawls like a hetaira
offering herself to April.
Sensuous scents are in the air,
the spirit waits for nothing any more.
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We are some disjointed guitars.
When the wind blows through
discordant lines and sounds awaken
in the chainlike strings that dangle.
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Death is the bullies bashing
against the black walls and roof tiling,
death is the women being loved
in the course of onion peeling.
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In the garden the chrysanthemums were dying
like desires when you came. Calmly
you laughed, like little white flowers.
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They turn the key in the door, take out
their old, well-hidden letters,
read them quietly, then drag
their feet a final time.
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With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.

A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
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Make your pain into a harp.
Become a nightingale,
become a flower.
When bitter years arrive,
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