apou 'shis choran diavene -

three poems for a chora-iti

ksero, pws eine tipote ol'auta ke pws i glwssa
pou milw den exei alfavito

I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school,
the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.

There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.

a pou na xatheis, chora