Greek Avant Garde Poetry


Gisèle Prassinos


It seems that heavens and  earth

will marry

before dawn the fiance

his daughter

will throw veil foam

Slowly and quietly

not to awaken her.

She still sleeps it's early

but already exalted

eager to go to the wedding

trees put their gloves

by thousands

and houses their white hats.

(Transl. from French Panos Bosnakis)