Greek Avant Garde Poetry



     

Theodore Dorros






MANY COSSACKS


Their first scream  darkened  and covered
 
all  of  us

in  invisible silence.



The best singers create the novelties.



Chests  are  shaken.

A punch is raised to its greatest strength.

Along with the silent assumptions of pain

that seized others.

They have not experienced any common needs, deprivations and the nonsense.

The song is their most beautiful cry

A chivalry of  impeachment,

and the manifestation of the art of life.



... Strings of  larynx.

And the ears'  tympans ....



My soul  is  mistaken.

Despite that it was so alive during this encounter.


(Transl. Panos Bosnakis)