it is because you listen to it more sweetly, and you can’t talk of horror because it’s alive
because it doesn’t speak and moves
it drips the day, it drips on sleep
like a pain reminding of evils.
To speak of heroes to speak of heroes: Michalis
who left with open wounds from hospital
may have talked of heroes when, that night
he was dragging his foot in the blacked-out city,
was screaming feeling our pain ‘in the dark
we go, in the dark we move…’
Heroes move in the dark.
G. Seferis, Teleftaios Stathmos

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