Greek Avant Garde Poetry



     

Michel Fardoulis-Lagrange






WATERCOLORS (Excerpts)


I

The days ahead,

we  had to walk endlessly in the dunes.

We had binoculars to observe the sea

and get closer to the ancient times

of sea monsters.

This often depended on the length

of  the observed curve:

to rediscover ourselves,

unknown,

and yet coming to meet us.


II


Senseless,

salt statues.

It was not uncommon

that we are exposed

gnarled roots

outputs of  soil

like the tortured raptors.

In the middle of  work  on  Sunday,  waiting for  glory.


III

Equivalencies

stretched out of sight

and eternal rules.

Perhaps we have forgotten

what belongs to us.

For here is the curve spreading its foam,

its wildlife wilts

never reaching

similar hours.


(Transl. from French Panos Bosnakis)