Poems by Dimitris Lyacos
Z213: Exit
... sed, between its pages the words of a stranger, between him I write wherever I find a no-mans land ...
Nyctivoe (extract)
... ne draws near into the light, haggard, torn pullover, a Bible in his hand, and inside it some papers ...
The First Death. (extracts)
... Dismissal. Because you are looking for the mountain and the nails beneath the stars ...
