CANDLEGRIEF

English Version of the Poem, LIDAY TI KANDELA, published in BANNAWAG MAGAZINE, issue January 26, 2012.

 

On this table for two,

my arms support the weight

of my forehead 

plowing the wooden surface

and this candle before my head

is weeping and the tears,

like a river 

strongly flowing

towards the sea.

 

(Is the salt  my pain

and the tasteless water your feeling?)

 

 

The fading flame is so lonely

but  still  mirroring 

brightly your face,

kissed by the thickening darkness

that drinks your empty chair in front of me..

 

( Did I come as a moth tonight

or am I  really a moth as a powdery residue

of  my sobbing blaze? )

 

I don’t hear any other sound

except that very sweet 

melody of the band

but  oh, how heartbreaking does it bring!