Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.
The Red Fish
By Eunice Tietjens, trans.
From Modern Greek Popular Songs From Antonin Prousts French version
I KISSED her red lips; they dyed my own.
I wiped them with a kerchief, and the kerchief was dyed. I washed the kerchief in the stream and the shores of the stream were dyed; the waves of the sea kissed the shores of the stream, and the sea grew red.
That is why the little fish are grown red also; that is why, when I see them flickering, I think of Photini of the red lips.