Δευτέρα 31 Μαρτίου 2014

For international readers a poem by Aris Alexandrou


My every word

when touched by the tongue

is reminiscent of bitter almonds

From my every word

there’s an afternoon missing

with mother’s hands on the bread

and light dripping from the child’s spoon

into the towel.


Aris Alexandrou from Poetics (trnsl by myself)

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