Anna Griva was born in Athens, where she lives and works. She studied Philology in Athens and Sciences and History of Literature in Rome. She has a PhD on Italian Renaissance Literature (UOA). She is a postdoctoral researcher in the Department of Philology (University of Peloponnese). She has published five poetry collections. The most recent one, entitled “Demons” (Melani, 2020), was honored with an Award by the Academy of Athens. She has also published a collection of short stories (“The Animal Gods”, Kichli, 2021) and two historical novels (“The Greek slave”, Melani, 2022; “Exiled Queens”, Melani, 2021). Her poems and short stories have been translated into many languages, in magazines, anthologies and standalone volumes. She translates Italian literature, with an emphasis on renaissance poetry. The translation of the poems of Laura Battiferra was honored in 2020 by the Italian Institute of Athens. She has published a study (together with Marcos Dendrinos) on the Platonic Parmenides (“Plato’s Parmenides, Ontology of one in the Platonic theory of ideas”, Zetros, 2021) and a monograph on the Sapphic poetry (“Aphrodites”, Smili, 2022). She has taught Creative Writing at the Hellenic Open University and in workshops of many publishing houses. She is a tutor in the e-learning program of UOA “Creative Writing: Poetry”.

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Abstract title:  From the collection “Demons”, Melani, 2020
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(From the collection “Demons”, Melani, 2020, transl. Erofili Papadogia)


Dante Alighieri’s death in exile


He could hear neither voices

nor footsteps

the market outside his door

seemed to have fallen silent

only the massive wave

reached his ears

the one that spread

and engulfed him

into the dark deep


that is when he saw

a colorful whirlpool

Florence in spring colours

poppies and bees

collecting nectar

and himself as a child

laying on the grass

traces of hell were absent

traces of Beatrice’s sent were absent

the only thing present

a restlessness

for all that becomes matter

yet always remains evasive.



Jeanne d'Arc in her cell


Through a crack in the wall

a dragonfly slipped in

and when it landed on her hair

she shouted out

that her angel had arrived

and all the guards laughed

for they had pictured a large angel

with proud wide open wings


the insect then took her on its back

and they both started glowing

and thus embraced

they turned in circles round the cell

flying carefree

in the small space

that was left

for them to call sky.


A.D. 421

Eudocia’s coronation


Everyone found her pensive

and believed the din

from the crowd

was a distraction

but she couldn’t hear a thing

besides her one thought:

Leaving Athens was a mistake

its academies

the discussions

and the sacred light.

It was a mistake.


Now where would she

find incense

made of rich fruits

where to find

statues of gods

with beautiful shins and loins?

It was a mistake

leaving Athens behind.


Now she will stoop

below crosses and pray

and she must for no reason

ever bare her heels

and thus give away

that she is a descendant

of Achilles.