{"id":5677,"date":"2021-04-20T12:04:28","date_gmt":"2021-04-20T12:04:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bokoros.com\/slight-eridanus\/"},"modified":"2021-07-14T13:21:44","modified_gmt":"2021-07-14T13:21:44","slug":"slight-eridanus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bokoros.com\/en\/slight-eridanus\/","title":{"rendered":"Slight Eridanus"},"content":{"rendered":"

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text][\/vc_column_text][vc_single_image image=”4388″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center” css=”.vc_custom_1611260136043{border-bottom-width: 20px !important;}”][vc_column_text]Unseen, beneath the load-bearing city,<\/p>\n

he still gathers the waters of Lycabettus,<\/p>\n

Eridanus, the ancient stream.<\/p>\n

At Monastiraki, the train station,<\/p>\n

if the crowd of passers-by ever quietens,<\/p>\n

you hear, the cathartic ripple of a running tap, its waters.<\/p>\n

And if you were to get off at Kerameikos,<\/p>\n

you\u2019d see him, among the ancient tombs,<\/p>\n

himself a memory of his self, the slight,<\/p>\n

freely breathing the sun at the trench with the reeds,<\/p>\n

before abandoning Iera Odos and the Demosion Sema,<\/p>\n

\u2018having brought his lamentations to a close\u2019.<\/p>\n

only to be lost again under Peireos street, in Gazi.<\/p>\n

Silent while noise abounds: you can\u2019t hear him.<\/p>\n

All around the flow of more and more people and vehicles,<\/p>\n

they come and go.<\/p>\n

He, stays there.<\/p>\n

Athens, December 2009<\/p>\n

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