View toward to the Unspoken
And when you find it
And when you meet it
Little child speechless
Give it a drop of my blood
To make it a vow
To not go and drink from forgetfulness
Don't, from the water of oblivion
To turn it into anchor
In this bottomless passage
I told myself not to write to it again
So little it departed
Not to be burdened by tears
Not to be frightened by the abyss - where
I drag the echo
from the stones I threw
To fill it
For years the echo of the abyss
It doesn't end
As if I use a buckett to pull it
With a rope that creaks
But the tears are heavy
And they drag it down
Only the echo of the abyss Oh oh oh
The same lullaby
Oh, the absence my Mother
Rose like a storm
Like clothes mourning for the body
And the waters sparkle
As if the dead is touching them
As if the soul is wandering
Being denied of the spring
Tell the child
Not to be fooled and rest his head on oblivion
Κάλλιο σε πέτρα ν’ ακουμπά
to the echo of wilderness
Better on my sleep's speechless cracks
Sleep is a plane of life, tell the child
To remember
For the volume I gather my belongings
I wrote
It is the path of my life through poetry. Nothing was more difficult for me than writing about my life. For the steps, that took me from one book to another. For the events that defined me, for the pain. Poetry has always been the raw building material of my novels.
The poem is from the collection of poetry View towards the Unspoken