POETRY

PILGRIM The faithful mirror of those dark eyes, the interior retains a golden reflection. It seems that it draws from the deep chest, the light therein placed by grief. And you invite me, innocent girl, to dive in that your nighttime look. You want me to turn on you, and me with you, the crazy love, and in the cup …

THE BIRDS The singing of the birds in frond frond, and the fragrant wind in the flowers, and lighten transparencies languor, which make our lives more joyful, because they are the Nature and Heaven favors her, that the world wants to fall in love. So, sweet voices and sweet smells, the air, the earth and the waves are already filled. …

THE GOLDEN HAIR Golden hair and clear and pure amber, which has the aura sways on snow and flies. Gentle eyes and clearer than the sun, to do the dark night a clear day, it could dispel any rough and hard sorrow. Rubies and pearls, where words come out so sweet, that no other good soul wants. Ivory hands, which …

DARK MOTHER I brought you up with soil and water, a young swallow to be and yet a wild creature, to have you as my alphabet-book in the times, and as my unfading nightlight in memory. But you, looking for the source of dreams, near the Virgin Mary, developed wings, refused the land our dark, our first mother. (Nikos Gkatsos)

AS MUCH AS YOU CAN And if you can’t shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it, by too much contact with the world, by too much activity and talk. Try not to degrade it by dragging it along, taking it around and exposing it so often, to the …

DENIAL On the secret seashore, white like a pigeon, we thirsted at noon; but the water was brackish. On the golden sand, we wrote her name; but the sea-breeze blew and the writing vanished. With what spirit, what heart, what desire and passion, we lived our life: a mistake! So we changed our life. (Yiorgos Seferis)

THE WAKE We saw the wake, but nothing of the boat, because it was happiness that had passed by. They gazed at each other, deep in their eyes a perception at last of the promised clearing, where great stags were running in all their freedom. No hunter entered that country without tears. It was the next day, after a night …

LIVE, FLESH Rise up corpse and walk, nothing new under the yellow sun. The last of the last of the coins of gold, the light that flakes away under the layers of time. The lock on the breaking heart, a thread of silk, a thread of lead, a thread of blood. After these waves of silence, signs of love’s black …

AUTUMN CROCUSES The meadow is venomous but lovely in autumn, the cows graze there and are slowly poisoned. The colchicum colour of shadow and lilac, flowers there your eyes resemble that flower. Violet shades like their shadow that autumn and slowly your eyes empoison my life. The children arrive from school, what a fracas, dressed in smocks and playing harmonicas. …

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when …