THIS BREAD KOVO -Dylan Thomas
This bread cut was once wheat
This wine upon a foreign tree
Sank wrist
Man the day or wind at night
... Stalks threw down, crushed the joy of the grape.
Once in this wine the summer blood
beating amid the flesh covering the vines
once the bread that
Wheat was the wind happy.
Man shatter the sun, the wind dragged down.
This flesh chop, this blood chyneis
vein deserted,
Wheat and Grape was
Born from the sensory root and sap.
Wine is my drink, my bread you grab.
Translation: Maria Archimandritou
from tadeefi.wordpress.com by my dear friend Efi Georgopoulou
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