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Costas Nisiotis Poems
My father died on a wintry Sunday afternoon. Moments before, his hair became black and curly his eyes bright green. On his left wrist appeared the watch with the gold bracelet.
Simon of Cyrene
I took pride in my strength felt my shoulders could lift cedars. Mother and need made me sturdy or a certain fate.
I was always on the move like a wandering Jew seeking affordable lodgings. All I owned fitted in a suitcase. Rented rooms with a view of backyards and railway lines
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My father died on a wintry Sunday afternoon.
Moments before, his hair became black and curly
his eyes bright green. On his left wrist appeared
the watch with the gold bracelet.
He glanced at it and sprang out of bed.
A white shirt hung by the bedside.
He tucked it into black trousers.
Not the black suit again? I protested.
That’s the suit I got married in.
The room smells like a clinic.
Open the windows wide.
Give the wheelchair to an Old People’s Home.
-Are you sad you’re leaving? I asked him.
-The Equator divides my world into two equal parts: ...