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(Literary translation by: Aris Adanis- January 2020)
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the voices of a madding crowd, sounded all the same
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blessings from her lips, as if the blessings sustained her.
Her eyelash colour faded, her face was a mass of wrinkles. “Daughter, give
me the votive candle so I may light it, and may you reign like a queen one
On Sundays, in the courtyard under the vine, they’d turn on the radio. “
Daughter, bring the radio, and may you pick up soil and have it turned to gold
in your hands”.
Her legs were unable to take much walking anymore, she didn’t go to church
anymore. In the kitchen, her daughter was preparing a roast, and she,
hearing the clatter of the soot-grimed pots, confused it with the clatter of
coins dropped into the offering trays at the church door. She then thought
that she was actually there, listening and following the words of the priest,
and as the trays came around, she would put her hand into the deep pocket
of her black dress, seeking a coin. “Bless you, may the angels guard you,
may evil die away around you”.
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http://blogs.keshokenya.org/wp-json/wp/v2/media?include=1765 Yet again you’ve not kept your promise
I waited for you
so we could drink together under the stars
the valley’s secrets, and the never-sleeping aromas of the summer
on the nights, when Ai-Loukas’ few candles
bathed the moon in their light
and when to cinderella-night we wished to sell
still one more tale
lest it be lost in the haystack.