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Poetry

Half Sleep Half Death

By Nikos Violaris
Translated from Greek by Peter Constantine

Half sleep
half death.
My hands in springtime
my heart in mud.
Thus I transform myself.
Between spring and not spring
where trees are deep
and waves strike root.
Thus I transform myself.
Half Nikos
half death.
 

English

Half sleep
half death.
My hands in springtime
my heart in mud.
Thus I transform myself.
Between spring and not spring
where trees are deep
and waves strike root.
Thus I transform myself.
Half Nikos
half death.
 

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