Kostas Karyotakis Poems
|6.||They Betrayed Virtue And The Last Came First...||9/17/2010|
|8.||March Mournful And Vertical||9/17/2010|
|16.||In The Garden The Chrysanthemums Were Dying...||9/17/2010|
|18.||We Are Some Disjointed Guitars...||9/17/2010|
|22.||Ballade To The Forgotten Poets Of The Ages||9/17/2010|
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Ballade To The Forgotten Poets Of The Ages
Detested by both men and gods,
like nobles who have bitterly decayed,
the Verlaines wither; wealth remains
to them, of rich and silvery rhyme.
With 'Les Chatiments' the Hugos are intoxicated
by their terrible Olympian revenge.
But I shall write a sorrowful
ballade to the forgotten poets.
Though the Poes have lived in misery,
and though the Baudelaires have suffered living deaths,
they ve all been granted Immortality.
Yet no-one now remembers,
and the deepest darkness has completely buried,
every poetaster who produced limp poetry.
But I make as an ...
The hours have faded me, found once again
leaning across the thankless table.
(The sun slips through the window in the wall that
faces me, and plays.)
Doubled up, I grope for breath
in the dust of all my papers.
(Life pulses sweetly and its thousand voices rise
from the freedom of the street.)