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a world of poetry from Greek into English
three poems by Kyriakos Syfiltzoglou trans. by Konstantina Georganta
to the unknown patriot Motherland I don’t blame you you are a bitch it’s not a matter of corruption nor of the train lying by the rails bureaucracy in sour rooms doesn’t…
Athens in poems (2019), ed. by Konstantina Georganta
Athens in Poems An Imaginative Map of the City The Colleagues’ Publications, 2019. A book of poems by well known Greek poets from late 1880s until nowadays. A special section with historical…
Nikos Engonopoulos, ‘Hymn to the glory of the women we love’ [1948], trans. by Thanasis Maskaleris
Dans les peoples vraiment libres, les femmes sont libres et adores. SAINT – JUST T. the women we love are pomegranates they come and find us at night when it’s raining…
Guardian Poem of the week Sep.2018: The Barber Shop by Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
A white rose, the barber’s towel around your face shining like a beetle clinging to the petals. Clippings scattered on the floor were the days when I loved you so much while…
Nikos Engonopoulos, ‘Tram and Acropolis’ [1938], trans. by Yannis Goumas
le soleil me brule et me rend lumineux through the monotonous rain the mud the ashen atmosphere the trams pass and through the deserted marketplace – deadened by the rain – they…
“Our Life Is Jack-knifings” by Katerina Gogou (read by Manos Cížek)
Translated from the Greek by Jack Hirschman. The title comes from an army term, which refers to adjusting the aim on a machine gun barrel. — San Francisco Chronicle
On ‘Breast Unit’/«Π.Γ.Ν.Α. Αλεξάνδρα» (2014) by Konstantina Georganta
There is something very special about the poem “Breast Unit” by Konstantina Georganta, published in the Spring 2014 issue of Intima. This poem examines nature, and the human experience, through the lens of…
Yannis Kondos, ‘Power Cut’ (1972) trans. by Yannis Goumas in 1978
– A long poem is like a hangman’s rope. A short poem is like a grenade chip which blew off an arm or a leg. Either way there’s no escape.
Costas Despiniadis, ‘Soft rain’ (2017)
Soft rain Chopin in the background her standing by the window idly moving her legs. Why should this simple bliss be so rare?
Mihalis Katsaros, ‘My Testament’ (1953)
Resist the one who builds a small home and says I’m happy here.