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Yannis Stavrou, Thessaloniki V, oil on canvas

Joy of night, oh sonorous lights,
marvelous evening
the colored noise of the city...

Nikos Karouzos

Poem on a Tape Recorder

Joy of night, oh sonorous lights,
marvelous evening
the colored noise of the city
divided up my loneliness, sometimes yellow,
orange, blue, and now red
dyeing my gait pure green.
Love had white marks.
Stop. Rewind.
The turmoil bore the white marks of the world.
The clouds invisible.
No.
The angel radiates like marble
in the deserts of the moon, in the honeysuckle white
death is duped and the night
is amused with shooting stars.
No, no.
Time approaches visions
on tiptoe.
Greed!
I should have further submerged
the grief within my soul.
No.
The cricket ornaments expanses.
The night comes down the stairway of darkness
sits on the passion of Mary.
All alone the busts breathe in the gardens.
Stop. Everything is erased.
I want to escape from words.
I’m sick of it.
Better it would be to listen to what on the next balcony
two perennial old ladies are saying;
sitting there by the hour.

Nikos Karouzos (1926-1990)

Dross of Immortality

I always climb towards horror with greasy boots,
starving now from flame
fluently secular
fluently in tears
eternal chorographer of my diction
and unquestioned garment.
Badly spent illumination in mauve and other delays,
of an ignoble horizon
barking the creed of the dog, or an unbecoming
hallucinatory Universe,
pharaonic queen through mathematical piousness.
I am what’s involuntary of existence
my physique is not a flower, it is rawness,
I am disposed toward a thousand years even if I fall
eternally on bloody seconds;
the winds have pointed me out.