Sofia Kontogeorge Kostos
When was it?
that Germans and Turks
of Central Powers-
pulled from their uniforms,
ORDERS FROM HEADQUARTERS:
“Start from the East; sweep to the Black Sea;
continue through to Cappadocia; later-
swing towards the Ionian West.
There’s a shortage of bullets,
take as long as it takes- be thorough!
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Once upon a time…
Μια φορά κι έναν καιρό, όχι πολύ παλιά,
γιά περισσότερο από τέσσερα εκατóχρονα,
δυναστείες Οθωμανών Σουλτάνων
βασίλευαν σαν βαριά σύννεφα,
διώχνοντας τη λιακάδα από τους Ουρανούς.
Ο τρόμος γέμιζε τον κάποτε ελεύθερο αέρα της:
oι βράχοι της πονούσαν, οι θάλασσές της έκλαιγαν,
τα πουλιά της έκρωζαν θρηνητικά,
τα λουλούδια της μαραίνονταν, ο λαός της υπέφερε—
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I saw the Duchess of Alba
at the checkout counter of The Whole Foods
food market on South Street, today.
She was here in Philadelphia,
miles from Madrid, —and Goya,
was bagging her wares.
Mesmerized, I stared straight at her
as she gazed through me as if I were air.
As I peered at her plume-jet-black hair,
I marveled to myself, It IS,
it’s the Duchess of Alba,
just like Goya once painted her!
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Mia fora kai enan kero…
Once upon a time, not too long ago,
for four plus centuries,
successions of Ottoman Sultans
reigned down like gloomy clouds,
blocking sunlight from Grecian skies.
Terror filled her once-free air:
her rocks ached, her seas wept, her birds shrilled
her flowers withered, her people suffered—
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A remarkable thing about the bodies that we saw was that nearly all of them were
naked. I have been informed that the people were forced to take off their clothes
before they were killed, as the Mohammedans consider the clothes taken from a dead body to be defiled.
—Leslie A. Davis, American Consul General
When we see those still photographs
—showing long lines of
Christian women: Armenian, Assyrian,
Greek; full with babies, carrying infants,
children by their sides—but where are their men?
We see them walking through barren land
on their way to their deaths—
they don’t know, they’ve not been told.
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