Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry 1750-2018



We have been living in fairy tales as discordant as the weeds in our garden. Alone.

And we uproot our love each afternoon before you water.

Whoever left his mark here, a tread engraved on porous stone, knows me. Many

centuries in the same four-lettered word which when erased it re-writes itself and

its alphabet is destiny.

Flesh of my flesh my brother and my man, listen to me.

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