Fortune
What fortune it was that day
a sob led me to the little
coffee shop on the corner
and I found like manna from heaven
on the shelf among cups and
coffee pots
a book missing from the bookshops
forbidden in schools
hard to find in reading rooms
excellent book of a dead poet
with skilful connections of feeling
with melodies undulations of
language
which despite the noted prohibitions
was granted me to photocopy
and I began slowly to record the tones
of sorrow
the accompaniments of melancholy on a tape
which played like lightning with
the death of my voice.
Michalis Papadopoulos |
