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Miltos Sachtouris
MARIA
Pensive Mariaremoved her stockings
From her body came
voices of others
of a soldier who spoke like a bird
of a sick person who’d died of sheep’s pains
and the cries of Maria’s baby niece
that had been born those very days
Maria wept wept
now Maria laughed
she spread her arms at night
remained with her legs apart
Then her eyes darkened
black black blurry they darkened
The radio played
Maria wept
Maria wept
the radio played
Then Maria
slowly opened her arms
she began to fly
around the room
© Translation: 1997, David Connoly
From: The Phantoms or The joy in next street, issue 37-38
Publisher: The charioteer, New York, 1997
From: The Phantoms or The joy in next street, issue 37-38
Publisher: The charioteer, New York, 1997
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Maria
MARIA
Pensive Mariaremoved her stockings
From her body came
voices of others
of a soldier who spoke like a bird
of a sick person who’d died of sheep’s pains
and the cries of Maria’s baby niece
that had been born those very days
Maria wept wept
now Maria laughed
she spread her arms at night
remained with her legs apart
Then her eyes darkened
black black blurry they darkened
The radio played
Maria wept
Maria wept
the radio played
Then Maria
slowly opened her arms
she began to fly
around the room
© 1997, David Connoly
From: The Phantoms or The joy in next street, issue 37-38
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, New York
From: The Phantoms or The joy in next street, issue 37-38
Publisher: 1997, The charioteer, New York
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