ΑΓΩΝ ΠΟΙΗΤΟΥ [i]

As serpent-charmers suck from deadly fangs
The antidote sought by the world’s snake-bit,
And bitten themselves, cast into racking pangs,
In seeking the world’s cure give their lives for it,
So I: my pen cast forth a sacred flame,
Blossoming red and healing from the start:
– But touching my hand, the deadly gall became
A festering sore that ate away my heart.

[i] Greek: “A Poet’s Struggle”. Transliterated: “Agon Poietou”.

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