A Greek Island Poem by Edward Hirsch
A Greek Island
Traveling over your body I found
The failing olive and the cajoling flute,
Where I knelt down, as if in prayer,
And sucked a moist pit
From the marl
Of the earth in a sacred cove.
You gave yourself to the god who comes,
The liberator of the loud shout,
While I fell into a trance,
Blood on my lips,
And stumbled into a temple on top
Of a hill at the bottom of the sky.
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5/5/2024 12:22:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem, Edward. Thank you for sharing it.