Poem
Miltos Sachtouris
THE POET
When they find me on the cross of my deaththe sky around will have reddened far beyond
there’ll be a suspicion of sea
and, from above, in a now terrifying darkness
a white bird will recite my songs.
© Translation: 1997, David Connoly
From: The stigmata
Publisher: The charioteer, issue 37-38, New York, 1997
From: The stigmata
Publisher: The charioteer, issue 37-38, New York, 1997
The poet
Poems
Poems of Miltos Sachtouris
Close
THE POET
When they find me on the cross of my deaththe sky around will have reddened far beyond
there’ll be a suspicion of sea
and, from above, in a now terrifying darkness
a white bird will recite my songs.
© 1997, David Connoly
From: The stigmata
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, issue 37-38, New York
From: The stigmata
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, issue 37-38, New York
THE POET
When they find me on the cross of my deaththe sky around will have reddened far beyond
there’ll be a suspicion of sea
and, from above, in a now terrifying darkness
a white bird will recite my songs.
© 1997, David Connoly
From: The stigmata
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, issue 37-38, New York
From: The stigmata
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, issue 37-38, New York
Sponsors
