James Joyce | Ιδού το αγόρι (μτφρ. Τάκης Π. Πιερράκος)

for Alexandros Christopoulos Others live as ghosts within us,and we within the others.When life reaches

Two cats were playing at the center.Aside, the poet sought a fray-the edge hiddenin the

We, the alcoholics anonymous of labor,not the Dionysian devotees of wine,refuse our inclusionin the class

Unlike the infantwhich is defined by the softand warm embrace of its mother,the oyster’s fragile