Tristan Tzara, μονολογώντας

Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry

BORREAS*

The nails of this pianist

reach the floor

only borreas knows his name

he doesn’t play the piano anymore

he doesn’t eat

doesn’t sleep


he’s a king

Down in the basement the carpenter

nails some planks

and voila, the piano is heard again

the carpenter’s daughter is very pretty

in the shade of the great frozen sun

she washes the tiles of borreas

only the one who knows

how to love

the true poets

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Τόλης Νικηφόρου, στην πρώτη γραμμή

Savages and Beasts, a novel

(excerpt)

      Upon entering Anton let his eyes travel around the space of the office which was as austere as Father Nicolas’ which he visited yesterday. Only this office had a bigger size crucifix mounted on the wall behind Father Jerome’s desk and the same sign Looking Unto Jesus was here too; Anton thought this must had been the Residential School logo; he also noticed that the big wheel of the facility, father Jerome, looked like a man of forty five and his appeal was nothing less than imposing as most other things in this school. He was sitting behind his desk and a few other persons  were also in the office. Gladys did the introductions. Father Jerome was the head master of the School, Sister Helen, geography teacher, Mary, administrative assistant, father Thomas the PE and gymnastics teacher, Father Peter, socials physics teacher, Father John, math teacher, Sister Naomi socials teacher and responsible for the dancing class, and Sister Anna, who was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Father Jerome’s desk; she was an older woman and a  music teacher responsible for the school choir too; they all greeted Anton and wished him well in his new job.

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Τόλης Νικηφόρου, πότε πέφτει η νύχτα

Τόλης Νικηφόρου, πεπρωμένο