I find the poems of Kostas very moving. The is a feeling of underlying despair in them but it is covered by a veil of bitter-sweet melancholy. I have read quite a few of them but will read them all soon. Thanks to Facebbok the has come back to see the light of day.
At sixteen they laughed yonder, in the springtime afternoon. Later their lips became silent and in their heart old age did intrude. They had set out as friends
two dry leaves upon the ground. Later they even went apart