Poem by Kostas Karyotakis
SPRING
This the way I see the gardens
A new sadness talks to me tonight in the garden
an almond tree drives its smiling blossom
deep down to the bog’s thick water, and
memory of my youth battles the sick acacia
cold breeze awakes in the broken container
every rose is dead in the flowerpot-coffin
the cypress, endless martyrdom, star bound
uplifts its darkness thirsting for air
and they go, a sorrowful procession the pepper tree
treeline dragging along their green hair.
Two palms raise their arms in desperation
the garden is a melancholic place.
Mayanaam
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