Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry, 1750-2018

Posted: 03/02/2023 by vequinox in Literature



I kept your letters, my first love,

in the priceless box of my heart

your letters smell of youth

making my senior joy bloom

your letters talk to me a lot

with their crooked lines and mistakes

they shiver, cry and laugh, they narrate

games of jealousy and coldness

you sprayed perfume and your letters

won’t be erased by the passing time

wish our first dreams weren’t

erased by your heartlessness

oh my only love, your letters

white boats carry my thoughts down

where the word of Death can’t be

wiped out from your letters-graves.


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