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Literary Phrase Competition

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Voting has now closed for this competition (18th September 2010, 09:30am EST) . Voting results are shown below:

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To the Reader II

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Dimitris Tsaloumas (translated by Philip Grundy) If when you walk through the mist you notice birds – ablaze like pomegranates in the window and on the bearded roof of winter, – if sometimes the dark tunnels let you out onto the balconies of the Amazon – to see without fear […]

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love to play

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by Iakovos Garivaldis we all love to play; with little things that life may bring, to stir the hours and our dreams and make them bland on growing old but even so, more real.

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The Voice

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by Dimitris Tsaloumas How am I to go out into the fields where night’s chill glints like the tooth of the wolf. How am I to leave my bed to face the joylessness of the wind and the murky eye of the river –

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The song of ordinary life

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by Nicos Nicolaides Cypriot of the Diaspora Translated by Margaret Deyes Muse of poetry! Grant me to shape beautifully this song about the pot in which people cook their beans over the fire about the shallow dish of salad made of sweet peppers mixed with whatever else the fecundity of […]

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Philosophising about identity

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by Dr Christos Galiotos What does it feel to be marginalised in a country that I call home? I have asked myself the question infinite times at the wake of consciousness. How can it be that I feel as a foreigner in the land that I was born? Is locality […]

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The House Next To The Rose Tree

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Perhaps we shall always be captives of a prophecy We shall never nonetheless Walk into the rose garden,* I No longer anticipate in vain The house next to the rose tree The bliss that was abruptly abducted from me I No longer expect the slightest semblance of joy And whatever […]

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The Clocks That Have Not Been Taken Down

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Yesterday I watched an interview about Cyprus on TV, This made me think about the Green Line It made me remember that our houses have been deserted; That someone threw our personal belongings In the rubbish bin twenty-two years ago; That other people live in our house now. As I […]