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Miltos Sachtouris
THE MIRROR
When my mirror turnedto the sky
there appeared
a moon half-devoured
by the flame
red ants
and a head beside it
burning too in the fiery rain
the head shone
gleamed
as the fire took hold and left it charred
and whispered:
The trees burn and are lost like hair
the angel vanishes with wings scorched
and pain
a dog with broken leg
remains
remains
© Translation: 1997, David Connoly
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: The charioteer, New York, 1997
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: The charioteer, New York, 1997
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THE MIRROR
When my mirror turnedto the sky
there appeared
a moon half-devoured
by the flame
red ants
and a head beside it
burning too in the fiery rain
the head shone
gleamed
as the fire took hold and left it charred
and whispered:
The trees burn and are lost like hair
the angel vanishes with wings scorched
and pain
a dog with broken leg
remains
remains
© 1997, David Connoly
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, New York
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, New York
THE MIRROR
When my mirror turnedto the sky
there appeared
a moon half-devoured
by the flame
red ants
and a head beside it
burning too in the fiery rain
the head shone
gleamed
as the fire took hold and left it charred
and whispered:
The trees burn and are lost like hair
the angel vanishes with wings scorched
and pain
a dog with broken leg
remains
remains
© 1997, David Connoly
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, New York
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, New York
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