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If the rain lasts much longer a bird will fade out
RAIN AND THE PRESENT
It’s raining, like in Russian films.
The sky is fractured.
Down come generals and devils.
I hear the frozen lights
of cars descending.
The smoke of your songs
doesn’t impassion the official.
He brings the night and lights it
that he may warm his beard.
You’re scared.
If the rain lasts much longer
a bird will fade out.
Kondos Yannis poetry, MERCURIAL TIME, The Sceptre Press, Knotting, Bedfordshire, 1978
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