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The minstrel and the rubbish

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The minstrel and the rubbish

The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
                   
                                      But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant. 
                                                                                                   (Matthew, 23, 11)
The rubbish was blown aside
by the arid marching of the wind
leaving the whole street clear
for the minstrel who was crooning
his latest composition
to the street’s dream-recipients,

while the voltage of the wind
was going down at intervals
under the burden 
of the unexpected stave.

The night was watchful 
- you’d say she dreaded –
lest she bumped into the chords
and crush their solitary waving.
Breastfeeding music the minstrel
was opening up new pathways
to the question marks
of his melodies.

Me, what was I then
I still haven’t found.
Wind, rubbish, onlooker
or something else?

The minstrel ’s mute audience,
the rubbish, transcended its nature
at Time’s attendance register

and, after all, it would not
have always been rubbish
and some of it would have had
its own illustrious past, too,
and it must have known
what it means to have
eyes that leave Love
as a map to find them back
and warmth that has left,
as a memorial,
its fleeting past,
with Hope
as its one and only stamp.

All alone the minstrel,
homeless with his homeless guitar
housed his trivial dreams,
under the yoke 
of the obese city’s wind,

in his Heavenly Melodies. 
(translated by the original ‘O ???a??d?? ?a? ta s???p?da’, by the poet,  from his book of the same title.)

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  1. Date: 10/10/2012 1:03:00 PM
    This is a beatiful piece. You have become one of my favorite poets.Although I've been to the Bronx and Manhattan many times I've never seen a homeless musician. I did see the Naked Cowboy in Time Square but he is not homeless.

  1. Date: 6/27/2012 4:47:00 PM
    I came because of your request (to which I answered yes) to see you write, and found happiness in this, for its lovely and exquisite: and, after all, it would not have always been rubbish and some of it would have had its own illustrious past, too, and it must have known what it means to have eyes that leave Love as a map to find them back May you be blessed for this deep telling.

  1. Date: 6/26/2012 6:33:00 AM
    I want to thank you so much for your kind words on my writings Vassilis. I am so far behind on everything including my life away from PoetrySoup. So will you please forgive me if I am not right on top of my comments and thank you's. I am trying. It is a pleasure to read your poetry today as I leave you this thank you. Love and blessings, Carol

    Comporozos Avatar Vassilis Comporozos
    Date: 6/27/2012 5:43:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks Carol!
  1. Date: 6/24/2012 6:08:00 PM
    Vassilis, i love all the deepness in your poem.. especially the OBESE wind... now that is one heavy image.. and gush of wind..... thanks for sharing your poem, always~PD

    Comporozos Avatar Vassilis Comporozos
    Date: 6/27/2012 5:43:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks, poet destroyer. I hope I won't destroy your view of poetry!
  1. Date: 6/24/2012 8:19:00 AM
    nicely done,great write Vassilis

    Comporozos Avatar Vassilis Comporozos
    Date: 6/27/2012 5:44:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks a lot!
  1. Date: 6/24/2012 8:16:00 AM
    Third in regards to Matthew...may we all become such servants!! A lonely path at times..but truly the most rewarding one. Peace and blessings my friend.

    Comporozos Avatar Vassilis Comporozos
    Date: 6/27/2012 5:44:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks and peace and blessings to you, too