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 Engonopoulos Nikos

 ARCESILAUS

 he left
and I see him
going off
along
the deserted street
every so often he turns
and motions to us
with a slight movement of his eyelids
till
- little by little -
his wake
vanishes
fades
far into the horizon
he writes
in his letter - among other things -
that he likes
the
rain
"I'm Greek