translated by Jack Hirschman and Aggelos Sakis

 

The way we paupers roam
around from house to house,
feeding on our innards
and drinking cheap red
wine that colors
our tongue, our meetings
look more like the soup kitchen
meals of a charitable society
than those of the Symposium.
Although we’re not lacking in ideas,
nor in flute-girls. Indeed
once in a while, Diotima
honors us with her company.

 

    Food Line, Forepaw Press, San Fransisco, U.S.A, 2014