Peace deeply formed by light, peace. All moments shape you, your blood leaps in the spring, one kiss from you calms the dream. On every stone you step, dawn appears, at every hour the door of heaven opens and a new sun is confused in the...
Stavros Michas
Stavros Michas was born in Lamia. He lived in Athens for 25 years and at the end of the 80s he returned to his birthplace. He worked as an administrative employee of ELTA. He is a member of the editorial team of the magazine "Mandragoras" and one of the main collaborators since its foundation in 1993. He has eight poetry collections to his credit and has written texts for the radio. His poetry and articles have been published in magazines and online and have been included in anthologies. The magazine "Embolimon" (issue 93-94, 2021) presented his work in a tribute.
My Articles
I LOOK AT THE WORLD
I look at the clouds, round purple clouds, I look at the sea, dawns and golden sunsets. I look at the world, the yellow that I gathered, the moon from the green branch, the pink fire and the white snow. The stars and the sky of...
THE WITCH NIKOS GATSOS
Run away, my dear. Where should I go? To the broken stone. What should I eat, what should I drink? A red nightingale. How should I slaughter it? With a knife from the moon. Where is the knife? The fires burned it. The fires that went? The rains extinguished them....
LET THE DUST FALL FROM THE WORLD
to Nikos Gatsos Like the first day of the world and everything falls silent. Your voice tears the rock, the sweetness in the heart deepens. Black crow in the water, a branch blooms beyond. Whatever is left in the sky has been taken by the dream of the day. Pyracantha in the...
THERE ARE ANGELS ON EARTH
Swallow, swallow of love, who saves me after I fell from the sky into the black of time. The keys were taken by others, braver and greater, who drank the immortal water and left me an orphan. But on earth there are angels, eating fruits and drinking...
TRANSPARENCY
Transparency of midday light Birds fly above the tall grass The sun embroiders the stone High on the rocks far away the sky shines and the wind wraps me in cool clothes. The day flows through the branches where the nightingale sat and now here motionless as the...
LET THE DUST FALL FROM THE WORLD
to Nikos Gatso Like the first day of the world and everything is silent. Your voice tears the rock and the sweetness in the heart deepens. Black crow on water branch blossoms beyond. All that is left in the sky has been taken by the daydream. Fireflies in your hands...
THIS IS HOW TIME FLOWS
My moments with bare feet are lost in the sky. The garden of the world is small and my loneliness is vast. The rain sings with loose hair and the trees have opened their eyes to know themselves. Inside I know them and inside they think of me...
Money back
Nothing in bloom. I am returning to my place. In silence the well. Without my voice I could smell the Resurrection. Not even the starfish. Without a stone sprouting. Without the fire tree. But, with a nightingale cloud in the dream the weft. Now...