by Kapardeli Eftichia
It trembles in the hands
the chisel
that indefatigable
the marble works in
bodies without movement
in statues of fate the marks it engraves
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In the ground the foreigner
is tightened the blow
in the Stone of patience hidden wishes
The Stone of unrooting
Leaden
it is rubbed, it is cut,
it is deformed in the quarry of heart
the pain and the reason
it is crushed
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As his colour
yellowed marble from by year's without voice
silent deads feelings of heart
the anguish a sweet ach
a fast breath
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Language unknown
with the will concealed command in the time
I sculptured the rocks
swords I seized
the fate I caused
the life I loved
From:
Kapardeli Eftichia
Copyright ©:
Kapardeli Eftichia
Last updated August 17, 2011