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Achim Wagner

Achim Wagner was born in Coburg, Germany, in 1967 and now lives as a freelance author and literary translator in Ankara and Berlin. Achim Wagner has published a variety of books, most recently, the poetry volumes hafif coğrafya (“light geography”, Nika Publishing, Ankara 2013) and zwischen grün und halb sechs (“between green and five thirty”, hochroth Publishing, Berlin 2017). In 2016, he was guest author of the Istanbul Book Fair. Achim Wagner has received numerous literary awards, including the six-month Istanbul Fellowship of the NRW art foundation (2009) and geography travel scholarships for Cyprus (2017) and Turkey (2018) from the German Translators’ Fund.

Izmir a moment

Palm trees: keepers of exoticism
the constant sea
at the promenade of Konak
the skirt of a refugee woman
waving
around the contours of her legs
her sandals eroded by distances

Poetry in this post: © Achim Wagner
Published with the permission of Achim Wagner

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THE ODYSSEY - HOMER - FROM BOOK VIII

Thus sang the bard, but Ulysses drew his purple mantle over his head and covered his face, for he was ashamed to let the Phaeacians see that he was weeping. When the bard left off singing he wiped the tears from his eyes, uncovered his face, and, taking his cup, made a drink-offering to the gods; but when the Phaeacians pressed Demodocus to sing further, for they delighted in his lays, then Ulysses again drew his mantle over his head and wept bitterly. No one noticed his distress except Alcinous, who was sitting near him, and heard the heavy sighs that he was heaving. So he at once said, “Aldermen and town councillors of the Phaeacians, we have had enough now, both of the feast, and of the minstrelsy that is its due accompaniment; let us proceed therefore to the athletic sports, so that our guest on his return home may be able to tell his friends how much we surpass all other nations as boxers, wrestlers, jumpers, and runners.”

Translator: Samuel Butler

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