The Bell, by Takis Sinopoulos
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By absent-minded on
Sunday, August 26, 2001
Friday, June 29, 2001
More to this side, more to the other, further down
where the wind whistles by the walls of sand.
Unmoving stones lie listening upon the ground and
the footsteps were once again passing a hair's breadth
away from love.
Invisible eyes in the net watch the night of the
vanquished, the night of the victor.
Noon sealed in all around, as it had been at dawn and
later still just before night fell.
This wind blowing since yesterday.
The silence of the bell is in the sound.
Translated by John Stathatos
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