POEM BY KOSTAS KARYOTAKIS
JOY
Hope the flower opposite the bulrush
smiles like my love for the verdure
cypress plays tenderly with the rays
graves become fragrant wedding chambers
pulse of the forest gallop of a doe
next to where we two were laid
wild lilies dripped their souls
a bloody rose my joy’s bloom.
I see the breeze playing with your hair
your eyes are deep as I find
the path of my life this April
I no longer fear for the anemone
which wilts in the love of life
and I charge to drink the nectar of your lips.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 