Why I Killed My Best Friend
How could the world have changed so much in just two weeks? Does salt really not get worms? I get off at the next stop, on the verge of… More
The PEN Ten with Karen Emmerich
The writer might have no responsibilities whatsoever, but the translator has only responsibilities—or at least that’s the popular perception. That’s why we’re always failing—according, again, to the popular perception.… More
The Astronauts in the Garden Grass
My friend from Pakistan gave the same story a different shape / “The Woman who Brought the Stars” which is me / in the sky / They divided… More
Miltos Sachtouris: The Soldier
The SoldierI have written no poemsin thudsin thudsmy life rolledOne day I trembledthe next day I shudderedin fearin fearmy life passedI have written no poemsI have written no poemsI… More
Poems (1945-1971)
The CanaryThey stood him where the harshest wind blowsthey promised him to the froststhey gave him a black dressand a red tiea nail-punctured sun that drippedblack glassesblood… More
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