Poem of the Month: April


Sailing To Byzantium

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
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Poem of the Month: March

Shipwreck by Emi Avora

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
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Poem of the Month: February

Θερινό Ηλιοστάσιο ΙΙ Απομεσήμερο στην πόλη. Οι πολυκατοικίες συζητούν σαν γυναίκες του κατηχητικού. Οι γριές στραβώνουν τα μούτρα, ρίχνουν μολότοφ σε λεωφορεία κι ασθενοφόρα. Η πόλη βαριανασαίνει σαν ετοιμοθάνατος στο Λαϊκό και κανείς δεν της παραστέκεται‑ μαλωμένο σόι μηχανάκια κι … Continue reading