sábado, 2 de julho de 2011


Their country is tied in their sails
and oars hang on the wind
Shipwrecked sailors lie quiet as dead goats
in winding-sheets of sponges
But the eyes of the seaweed
are turned on the sea
Lest the sound wind bring them home
with new colour on their canvas

Nikos Gatsos, Amorgos, Sally Purcell (trad.), Anvil Press Poetry, 1998

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