Γιάννης Βαρβέρης, Να επισκεπτόμαστε τους επιζώντες ποιητές

Ithaca Series, Poem # 668

Arid field


The barren field
is flooded by the fire,
seedlings burn like scanty hairs,
earth’s chapped lips
remain silent,
only the trees in the distance
are trembling a few green notes.

ΑΓΟΝΗ ΓΗ

Άγονη γη

ηλιοκαμμένη

σπόροι, σαν αραιά μαλλιά, ξεραίνονται

καθώς της γης

τα σκασμένα χείλη

παραμένουν σιωπηλά

μόνο τα λίγα δέντρα στο βάθος

ψάλλουν μερικούς πράσινους στίχους

Μετάφραση Μανώλη Αλυγιζάκη//Translated by Manolis Aligizakis

Duan Guang, China


Αλεξάνδρα Μπακονίκα, Ασυγχώρητο

Μαρία Λαϊνά, Τέσσερα ποιήματα, (re-blog)

Μάρκος Μέσκος, Ιτιά

Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Soca

Calligraphic buttocks

sway under sun’s

auspices a bit to the left

a bit to the right down south

up north earthly grooving

sway of Eros stretching a golden

bow and aiming at lascivious

bodies with his arrow dipped

in fiery stark colors of lust

the street bounces in its

eagerness bending to the

soca tune rumbling like thunder

from speakers atop

the passing truck with

young men screaming something

about life being so beautiful

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Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume IV

STONES

Satisfaction

Not that it was promotional, recognizable or exemplary —

the sound of the key in the lock — that sound in the night,

an idea of the shape of the key, its simple mechanism,

and the secret exactness and obedience. Of course it wasn’t

promotional; besides who would you have to promote it to?

The one holding the key was unknown and the door too.

Perhaps the only pride: that we retained that sound

while at the far end of the hall the old-caretaker passed

naked with a white towel covering his head.

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Savages and Beasts, a Novel

(excerpt)

After a short six month period to orient himself with the new parameters of the Canadian company and after he learned to communicate better in English Anton’s father started earning a full mechanic’s wages which was a good amount of money each month. His father stood six and an half feet up and his wide shoulders filled the small door of their house each time he went in or out. A man of true European style taught Anton his ways and means and with the help of his wife Adina, they raised a sensible and down to earth young man who took after his father and grew high like his old man.

After Anton finished high school and the University of British Columbia, in Vancouver, where he graduated in social studies, he did odd jobs, since he never bothered finding a job in his field as social worker, and under his father’s advice he applied for a position at CP Rail where he stayed for almost two years. Having a steady job he managed to get a bank loan which he used to buy his first vehicle: a black GMC pickup truck which he still drives. Having no inclination to become a CP Rail engineer at the advice of the CP Rail yard foreman and seeing no future working for the railroads he decided to try and find something else. He took a couple of courses via correspondence: an electrical apprenticeship and a plumbing apprenticeship and being a smart and observant guy he hoped to land a job soon.

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Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry

I’M THE GARDEN

I’m a garden where flowers once bloomed

filled with the joyous chirps of birds

with secret whispers and soundless kisses

at night love walked around my shadows.

I’m a garden stuck in the same place

for many years in vain waiting for a return

and instead among the flowers I’ve been buried

in the thorns my nightingales have been silenced

and I’ve been choked by the snakes

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Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Mini

Put on your mini-skirt

make your eyes impeccable

wear the thin bra to allow

your contours to be seen

by the hunting eyes of men

mascara accentuating your

eyelashes and please don’t forget

when you sit opposite me

in the room full of friends

to open your legs

for just an imperceptible moment

and let me admire

your concealed femininity

I vow I won’t miss it

aren’t my eyes to

be always fixated on

your exquisite topography?

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