"[...] In the night I ask/ how breathes the soil./ In the day I forget/ and dream of red honey./ Last night I saw/ the fig tree in my sleep./ It grabbed my shoulders/ and plunged me down/ deep to its roots. [...]"
Translated by Panagiotis Tourikis Hidden in the shadow beneath a fig tree the adder’s root. And all await the coming of July the advent of August, that their hands may stick of tree, of milk. For just a while you left wide open our home’s front door and our threshold was so near the … Continue rea...
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