Translated by Panagiotis Tourikis Trudging, I gathered sounds with my hands loading them onto my back: here a bundle of weeping, here an old woman thundering curses, here urns in a heaviness of soft lamentation and quiet pleading. Upon reaching the black trees high on the hill, I was already a hun...
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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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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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