Antony Fostieris, Selected Poems

Night Trip

The bus pulls ahead noisily

grinding the seconds into airy flour.

Oh, monster of a myth

what I fear and respect is you

as you gulp the white lines

of the angry asphalt —

the night giving flesh to the starry time.

This highway extends

along a line that vanishes into the void

the spheres and small planets play

the night giving flesh to the starry time.

I run with dizzy motionlessness into the future

clouds and stars amid my hair

the eons pass through me like a wind whirl

frozen current —

next to me, sleepy passengers travel.

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Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

No Way Out

Bottle tips to its side emptying

its contents

a drunken night spent while

you tried to put to sleep

first of the month

instincts and aches

before you piss away

this month’s paycheck

in three or four

uninterrupted nights of stupor

as if expecting Hades

who will finally come

to erase you

and your ordeal

from this golden world

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Μια άγνωστη “Αλεξάνδρεια” σε νησί του Κουβέιτ

Γρηγόρης Σακαλής, Πριγκίπισσα του Βερμίου

Vespers

Watchers
To her right, an arm points
east under slate
cloud in sky lobe, a wish
murmured thought
off-balancing two stone
goddesses talking of love
and passion under bear pelts
inside a frosty igloo
heated by their hearts
warmth, lichen spreads
tentacles onto face of
Inukshuk’s base, lonely
icebergs keeping watch for

lost seal, puffin, soul

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1926763033

Μάρκος Μέσκος, Μνήμη

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume V

Disconnected

The baby cries in the room with the fireplace.

The priest comes down the hillside.

There are more mountains further down.

Snow, clouds, sunshine, windowpanes.

The crow up high

its shadow on the ground.

Here, here

present,

absent

present,

in the general absence

and the sharp wind, on the road, flutters

a coloured picture

of the familiar soccer team.

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Μιλιταρισμός του λαού

Νάνος Βαλαωρίτης

Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

End of the Line

Little tenderness, childhood love stronger than

         the adults’

flowing over the adults, up to the sparrows,

         the stickers

and to all other simple and endless things.

Everything distant, foggy and irreversible

as if someone else has lived them and I’m left

with only one thing: death. 

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