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24 July 2015
18 July 2015
The Sound of Trees/ ο ήχος των δέντρων
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...
My
feet tug at the floor
And
my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes
when I watch trees sway,
From
the window or the door.
I
shall set forth for somewhere,
I
shall make the reckless choice
Some
day when they are in voice
And
tossing so as to scare
The
white clouds over them on.
...
from 'The Sound of Trees' by Robert Frost
4 July 2015
summer afternoon/απόγευμα καλοκαιριού
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The Gifts
Miltos Sachtouris
Today I wore a
warm red blood
Today people loved me
A woman smiled at me
A girl gave me a sea shell
A boy gave me a hammer
Today I kneel on the sidewalk
and nail the naked white feet of the passerby
to the pavement tiles
they are all in tears
but no one is frightened
all remain in the places to which I had come in time
they are all in tears
but they gaze at the celestial advertisements
at a beggar who sells hot cross buns
in the sky
Two men whisper
what is he doing is he nailing our hearts?
Yes he is nailing our hearts
Well then he is a poet
Translated by Kimon Friar
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