Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

Juggler

As if you don’t touch the ground, as if you are

on a ladder standing on another ladder,

and that one on another, innumerable ladders

which you can name ambition, pity, arrogance.

Name them fear of death, and that other fear,

the most horrible fear of life; name them: visions,

desires, memories, yours and of others who

gave you birth and who you never knew.

Name them: days and nights, call them God and

Void, and time, and justice, all the names.

Each word a dangerous big ladder, making up

a huge, trembling structure of ladders ready

to fall and held together only by your

little existence’s merciless balance.

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Μυρτώ Αναγνωστοπούλου, Δεν διαβάζει πια

Toward the Possible: A Poem on Silence, Light, and Self-Discovery

Μυρτώ Αναγνωστοπούλου, Βγες από τ’ όνειρο

Without chaos theory, social science will never understand the world / Aeon Essays …

West and BRICS

Μυρτώ Αναγνωστοπούλου, Αφρός

Συναντήσεις Ιστορίας της Τέχνης στην οικία Τέλλογλου

Μυρτώ Αναγνωστοπούλου, Το ποίημα

Wheat Ears–Selected Poems

Book Cover

Affinity

We slowly arrived at the dancer’s studio:

opaline music, secluded inspiration, ambience.

His steps wrote contours, his arms morphed

elliptical lines from faraway lands; to the timid

dream he was headed, the dancer, with the peculiar

smile, value of life never explained in chemistry.

Two eyebrows raised in symphony with celestial

cello, thin legs that created his eternal enigma

that we had tried so much to decipher, yet years

later we understood it wasn’t as important.

He admired the movements of the dancer

in the air and the air’s sigh around the dancer’s

body and He evoked two Muses, one for the dancer

the other for the Ubermensch the dancer was.

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