Dimitris Lyacos Poems

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A few hours more, station, deserted, a dirt road for inside the town, mud, mud, blankets outside, mouldering houses of tin, the shattered pylon further behind, not even a car, rubbish,
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Nyctivoe, pages 1-5 .

Night had already fallen when I passed to the other side of the station and went out on to the road. It was still raining, a little. Along the bridge closed archways,
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