REFUSAL


Throw the weak days away
for them to fight with vultures and win,
for all to be done quickly and brightly
like the most brilliant stars,
like the white nights,
when loves die and in the morning lovers split
with a pain between the eyes, between the ribs.
You and I shall fight together with pleasures and appeals,
transient and futile changes.
The love I forsook to be with you first and alone,
doesn’t wait for the moon to rise
and retaliate for my deed.
I must be going now, before you realize that
I don’t really exist,
that I’m only light
casting its cells for the last time
on a human face.

Βy Maria Panoutsou  Translated from the Greek language 
 by Yannis Goumas