Danse Macabre 1- Χορός Μακάβριος 1 Poem by Kostas Lagos
Danse Macabre 1- Χορός Μακάβριος 1
With plenty of zeal
he calculates his wealth
like trophies on a wall
of his women he remembers
and above his head
the Grim Reaper sharpens his scythe
counting the few remaining
moments.
Με ζήλο περισσό
τα πλούτη του μετρά
και σαν τρόπαια σε τοίχο
τις γυναίκες του θυμάται
και πάνω απ'το κεφάλι του
ο Χάρος το δρεπάνι ακονίζει
μετρώντας τις λίγες π'απόμειναν
στιγμές.
A beautiful poem having touching expression and nice theme has been shared astutely. Thanks.10
And it's the first one.I hope you 'll enjoy the next ones too! Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/2/2025 5:10:37 PM # 1.0.0
:))) Wow! ! ! How eloquently you have written this one, and the second one! Great!
Thank you Mihaela.You 're too kind!