In the Airport, Eleni Sikélianòs

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In the Airport
Eleni Sikélianòs

A man called Dad walks by
then another one does. Dad, you say
and he turns, forever turning, forever
being called. Dad, he turns, and looks
at you, bewildered, his face a moving
wreck of skin, a gravity-bound question
mark, a fruit ripped in two, an animal
that can't escape the field.

Comments

[amycute.livejournal.com]

Thank you dear, this is a beautiful poem. It calms my mind that has grown so manic in the boisterous city. These days I'm growing more and more tired of work, the work that I used to love to do yet now I even have to force myself to concentrate on work! I want to flee away from the company and went to some place quiet without computers, meetings and complicated interpersonal relations! But living and working in this city, I know clearly that I need to smooth my heart and sit down quietly to consider about my live all over.

[thewickedtongue.livejournal.com]

J'aime.