26 Ιουλ 2008

"Sotiris Pastakas : The Isle Of Chios (2002)" [Translated by Yannis Goumas - 2008]


I am in need of your words,
baby, your verbal
coinage, your instinct.

Don’t relegate me
to our acrobatic sex, to the moments
of complete abandon.

I know how good you are at this,
and I also know that I undertook
the supporting role.

*

The more poetry decreases, the more
poets increase.
The more difficult love becomes,
the easier Romeos,
pro paramours
and those in love

make a name for themselves.

*

August full moon,
beach parties, all-night shindigs,
high jinks.
This full moon belongs
to everyone. How sad, I muse,
that we should share the ordinary
from different places, the first moon waned
since our separation and daily
I have to be content with sorrow,
a positive absence
and an erection yonder.

*

You grabbed hold of your handbag
and left, the moment they brought
what we had ordered. I stay put,
so as not to consider yet lost
your lost love,
as the frappuccino sweats
and the straw
is orphaned.

*

Insomnia is running behind me
and I am running to dodge it.
The more I run the more I recollect
and the more I recollect the more I can’t sleep.