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Buy Diazepam Fast Delivery Poems by http://bankholidays-2019.co.uk/holidays/christmas-day-2019/?ajaxCalendar=1 Andreas Embeirikos
Translated by http://firewithoutsmoke.com/portfolios/trine-4-the-nightmare-prince/ N.N. Trakakis

The poems translated here are by the renowned modern Greek writer Andreas Embeirikos (1901-1975), and they appear here in English translation for the first time.

These seven poems are taken from Embeirikos’ first, and highly surrealist, collection of poems, entitled ‘Blast Furnace’, published in 1935. The work is prefaced by a passage from André Breton’s Surrealist Manifesto: “…the surrealist voice, the one that continues to preach at the approach of death and above storms…”. It is not difficult to see, from the selection that follows, why this collection was received with uncomprehending glares by a Greek readership that was, at the time, unaccustomed to this style of writing.

I am grateful to Agra Publications and to the Embeirikos estate for permission to translate and publish these poems.

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