This Star Is For All of Us
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 15 September 2022
Summary
For Maria
Night came quickly.
The wind came from afar, reeking of rain and war.
The trains hurriedly passed by, full of soldiers
we only just managed to glimpse them through the glass panes.
Great iron helmets barricaded the horizon.
The wet asphalt road glistened. Behind the windows
the women cleaned some dried beans and stayed silent.
And the footsteps of the patrol officer
seized the silence from the road and the warmth from the world.
Turn your eyes towards me so that I may see the sky
give me your hands so that I may hold on to my life.
How pale you are, my beloved!
It seemed someone was knocking on our door at night. Your mother,
dragging her thick wooden sandals, went to open.
No one. No one, she repeated. It must be the wind.
We huddled together. Because we knew
we knew, my beloved, that it wasn't the wind.
Thousands of people were dying outside our door.
See how our neighbourhood has been ruined, my beloved.
The wind enters and exits through the crevices of the houses
the walls are soaked, swollen, then collapse.
Where did so many of our neighbours go without saying goodbye
leaving their stone walls half-whitewashed
their smiles half-finished?
As soon as someone turned the corner we wouldn't see them again.
We’d say ‘Good morning’ and suddenly night had fallen.
Where are so many children going?
And that blond umbrella vendor who would sing in the morning
executed
and the kiosk owner who would hand us the change with a smile
executed
and the boy who would weigh our coal – remember him?
executed.
His cart overturned in a corner.
Their loved ones will now look at the night straight in the eye
each will bury their head in their beloved's shirt, like a dog, and smell it.
And the postman who would open the windows with his voice
executed.
So take your red lips away from me, Maria.
I’m cold.
Tonight against every wall life is being executed.
My beloved
I love you more than I can say with words
I’d want to die with you, if you were ever to die
and yet, my beloved
I couldn’t
I couldn't love you the way I used to.
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- Tasos Leivaditis' TriptychBattle at the Edge of the Night', 'This Star Is for All of Us', 'The Wind at the Crossroads of the World', pp. 65 - 80Publisher: Anthem PressPrint publication year: 2022