Antigone Kefala Poems

The garden full of trees in bloom
spring scents, angelica, birds
crying in the still, clean light.
...

I

You are the resonance
in the fanatic colour
of the sky
...

I

They are still coming
coming at night to take me away
and I run out of the lighted house
...

She came up the stairs
in the thin white dress
with flowers in her hair,
...

The man
kept attacking the steak
as if a live animal
liquid ice
...

In the metallic light
the pavements
were rivers of blood
flooding the gutters
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I long to find you
in the uncertain silence
of my evenings
...

What if
getting out of the bus
in these abandoned suburbs
pale under the street lights,
...

Underground. The shadows
crowded in the room.
Then light began to pour
from the arched ceiling,
...

I

The place was small, full of hills,
palm trees, almond trees, oleanders,
glass flowers falling from the sky
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