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

POEM BY IOULITA ILIOPOULOS

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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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