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Farewells

Great rooms of old houses to their ancestral province
full of whistles of distant ships, full of off
tolling of bells and deep beats
of ancient clocks. Nobody lives here anymore except
in the shadows, and a violin hanging on the wall,
and notes scattered on chairs outside during
and wide bed covered with yellow.
down at night the moon passes in front of mirrors and lifeless
gestures slower arranges behind the glass
whistles farewell of sunken ships.

Ghiannis Ritsos