spot_img

      Subscribe Now!

 

Monday, June 27, 2022
spot_img
spot_img

A poem by the Late Lili Bita: Our Ancestors

Hellenic News
Hellenic Newshttps://www.hellenicnews.com
The copyrights for these articles are owned by HNA. They may not be redistributed without the permission of the owner. The opinions expressed by our authors do not necessarily reflect the opinions of HNA and its representatives.

Latest articles

They came

with their black kerchiefs

tied tightly

under their chins.

They brought us

Thanks for reading Hellenic News of America

earthen jars.

Sprigs of barley.

Their scythes upright

above their heads.

They entered our hearths.

They cackled at our gadgets.

They turned our beds upside down.

They smeared our makeup

on the walls.

They pulled out all the plugs.

The set up their washboards.

They leaned pickaxes

against the doors.

They started spinning

our children’s clothes.

They bowed reverently before our husbands.

They braided the whips neatly for them.

They kissed their feet.

They left.

They walked into the fields

and, turning their heads

to make sure no one was looking,

they undressed in the moonlight

and fell upon each other.

Lili Bita

Translated by Robert Zaller

The copyrights for these articles are owned by the Hellenic News of America. They may not be redistributed without the permission of the owner. The opinions expressed by our authors do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the Hellenic News of America and its representatives.

Get Access Now!

spot_img
spot_img