Poetry. Translated from the Modern Greek by N. N. Trakakis. The prose poems and short stories of this volume are violets offered by Leivaditis as a funeral bouquet in a requiem for a generation defeated by lost causes. But a new path, albeit solitary and unfamiliar, is opened up, inaugurating a way beyond the old divisions and ideologies. This is a path that has left behind the certainties of the past, to make room for the frailties and complexities of life, for the vulnerability and tenderness memorably expressed in the prose poem entitled "Aesthetics," which provides the key to the poet's entire aesthetics: "As for that story there are many versions. / The best one though is always the one where you cry."