Refugees
On the other side
of the photograph I write to remind myself
not where and when but who
I am not in the photograph
They left us nothing
to take with us
Only this photograph
If you turn it over you will see me
Is that you in the photograph, they ask me
I don’t know what to tell you
(Translated by David Mason & the author)
of the photograph I write to remind myself
not where and when but who
I am not in the photograph
They left us nothing
to take with us
Only this photograph
If you turn it over you will see me
Is that you in the photograph, they ask me
I don’t know what to tell you
(Translated by David Mason & the author)
Using my guile as everyone knows
I left my shadow at sea
and returned directly to Ithaca.
Nobody believed that I am here.
I, too, now pass my days
like one of the suitors.
I am secretly weaving, however.
Penelope is alarmed every morning
to find a new dress on the loom.
She immediately makes us unravel it
each suitor pulling on a different thread.
Her body will become a wedding gown
when she is left without any dress
and completely naked
she will marry one of us
dispersing others to foreign places.
It is in our interest therefore
if history is delayed as we all
become part of her plot.
Time passes this way, waiting
for Odysseus to arrive.
(Translated by Maria Koundoura & the author)
Confutation of Dualism
It is unfathomable to his mind
that the idea of passion
has overcome his body
and now a body
is all he has in mind
(Translated by Maria Koundoura & the author)
