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


The door of spring opened

and we saw light-blue epitaphs.

Piece of news at noon 

imminent nuclear war

the old man said I’m hungry

we drank the night in a glass

at the bottom of the glass a new day.

Chemistry wakes up in the factory each morning

and finds the dead history

the dancing rain continues

two shoeless shoes in the street.


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