Miltos Sachtouris

The controller

A garden full of blood
is the sky
and a little snow
I pulled my ropes tight
again I must control
the stars
I
The heir of the birds
must-
even with broken wings-
fly.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Ἕνας μπαξὲς γεμάτος αἷμα
εἶν᾿ ὁ οὐρανὸς
καὶ λίγο χιόνι
ἕσφιξα τὰ σκοινιά μου
πρέπει καὶ πάλι νὰ ἐλέγξω
τ᾿ ἀστέρια
ἐγὼ
κληρονόμος πουλιῶν
πρέπει
ἔστω καὶ μὲ σπασμένα φτερὰ
νὰ πετάω.