All four windows in the room hangRhymed quatrains of sun and sea.A lonely poppy is a little watchOn the wrist of summer, to showIt is twelve o’clock, midday.And so you feel between the fingers of the sunYour hair caught between light and air keeping you free.
Translated from Greek by Pilo Zyba
The wet eaves shine in the moonlight. The women wrap themselves in their shawls. They hurry to hide indoors If they linger on the threshold a moment longer, the moon will…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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