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Kiki Dimoula
THIEVES IN MIND
Crying she describeshow burglars wrecked the house
the wretches took her jewellery and raped
old women values.
Isn’t she happy?
It’s been years since any thief
set foot in my house
even for coffee.
I deliberately leave the pot unlocked.
On returning each time I pray
to find the door’s canines broken
the lights shaking as if just having knocked
against a tall earthquake’s head
to see the burial gifts stolen
from the mirror’s mummy kingdoms
as if someone had shaved in the bathroom
and whiskers had sprouted on my beardless touch
their refutation bound hand and foot on the floor
and, coming at its leisure from the kitchen, steam
from warm footprints with lots of cinnamon on top.
© Translation: 2000, David Connoly
From: A minute’s licence
Publisher: Poetry Greece 2 pp. 20-23, Corfu, 2000
From: A minute’s licence
Publisher: Poetry Greece 2 pp. 20-23, Corfu, 2000
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Thieves in mind
THIEVES IN MIND
Crying she describeshow burglars wrecked the house
the wretches took her jewellery and raped
old women values.
Isn’t she happy?
It’s been years since any thief
set foot in my house
even for coffee.
I deliberately leave the pot unlocked.
On returning each time I pray
to find the door’s canines broken
the lights shaking as if just having knocked
against a tall earthquake’s head
to see the burial gifts stolen
from the mirror’s mummy kingdoms
as if someone had shaved in the bathroom
and whiskers had sprouted on my beardless touch
their refutation bound hand and foot on the floor
and, coming at its leisure from the kitchen, steam
from warm footprints with lots of cinnamon on top.
© 2000, David Connoly
From: A minute’s licence
Publisher: 2000, Poetry Greece 2 pp. 20-23, Corfu
From: A minute’s licence
Publisher: 2000, Poetry Greece 2 pp. 20-23, Corfu
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