Poem by Miltos Sachtouris


It always rains in my sleep

my dream gets full of mud

the landscape is dark

and I wait for the train

the station master collects daisies

that grow along the rails

since no train  has arrived

to this station for a long time

and suddenly years have passed

and I sit behind a window

my hair and my beard have grown long

as if I’m very sick

yet I fall asleep again

when the woman with the knife

in her hand slowly nears me

she examines me carefully

and sticks the knife in my right eye.