Summer clouds of german sky

Sahtouris Miltos poetry
                                                                                                               To Nora Anagnostaki

When my mirror turned
to the sky
there appeared
a moon half-devoured
by the flame
red ants
and a head beside it
burning too in the fiery rain
the head shone
as the fire took hold and left it charred
and whispered:
The trees burn and are lost like hair
the angel vanishes with wings scorched
and pain
a dog with broken leg
Translation: 1997-1999, David Connoly
From: The stigmata issue 37-38
Publisher: The charioteer, New York, 1997-1999

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