Alexandra newly married, her husband’s joy
and pride (my bird, my little bird)
went up on the roof
to get yesterday’s laundry.
But maybe the clothes billowing on the line
the doves’ choreographed flight
the sun that forced eyes to blink
as it tumbled on the slit of successive
redeeming the day
it was somehow like this that Alexandra became
like sun like bird
her white cardigan a sail.
Translated from the Greek by Panagiotis Gavriiloglou