I’ll tear up the paper and go back in history.
When I still hadn’t met you, in Columbus’ time.
For your sake I combed my hair, did the washing,
dried hankies and watered the hyacinth.
On the door hangs the cloth of expiation.
It’ll become dusty with time, and the junk dealer will charge for it as much as for a quick cup of coffee.
Maria Panoutsou
FROM GREEK LANGUAGED TRANSALTED BY Yannis Goumas
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
I’ll tear up the paper and go back in history.
When I still hadn’t met you, in Columbus’ time.
For your sake I combed my hair, did the washing,
dried hankies and watered the hyacinth.
On the door hangs the cloth of expiation.
It’ll become dusty with time, and the junk dealer will charge for it as much as for a quick cup of coffee.
Maria Panoutsou
FROM GREEK LANGUAGED TRANSALTED BY Yannis Goumas
