Kostas Karyotakis (1896-1928 / Greece)
With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.
A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.
I'll say that life's the coffin
in which people's joy and sorrow die.
Submitted: Friday, September 17, 2010
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