Byron In Greece - Poem by Kathleen Griffin
This is where love occurs:
on an unexceptional day
full of grit, mud, burrs,
with the sky piddling grey.
January, and golden Greece
is a marsh with shivering ducks,
fog rolling in, and a piece
of stale bread, no wine, no luck.
And the heart opens up, in pain
at such joy, the surgical knife
of the spirit, facing such gain
of love at the end of life.
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