EVENINGS
There are evenings
that before even fading
turn on lights here and there in my soul…
While beneath my late-night lamp-shade,
you see suddenly how, like the fool,
that light-starved raging fever
threatens me,
endlessly demanding its fees,
and does not cease,
until my paper’s pages bear fruit
in the fertile furrows of words…
PANOS JERANIAN
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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