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Miltos Sachtouris
THE GARDEN
It smelled of feverthat was no garden
some strange couples were walking inside
wearing shoes on their hands
their feet were large white and bare
heads like wild epileptic moons
and red roses suddenly
sprouted
for mouths
that were set upon and mauled
by the butterfly-dogs.
© Translation: 1997, David Connoly
From: The seal or the eighth moon
Publisher: The charioteer issue 37-38, New York, 1997
From: The seal or the eighth moon
Publisher: The charioteer issue 37-38, New York, 1997
The garden
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The garden
THE GARDEN
It smelled of feverthat was no garden
some strange couples were walking inside
wearing shoes on their hands
their feet were large white and bare
heads like wild epileptic moons
and red roses suddenly
sprouted
for mouths
that were set upon and mauled
by the butterfly-dogs.
© 1997, David Connoly
From: The seal or the eighth moon
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer issue 37-38, New York
From: The seal or the eighth moon
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer issue 37-38, New York
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