It was not the first time - of that I have no memory
But at our second meeting, when first impressions
Of a place far and foreign were revised
No more gloomy thoughts, no more dark hovels
A place that was lacking in electricity
A place of long times past
A place of biblical epics and disease
Like scenes on flickering monochrome screens
Or so it seemed to a young unformed and uninformed mind
But away with these imaginings!
For Apollo brings a new dawn
My first remembered in this village
His light bathes and purifies all anew
His gaze heals and brings reassurance
Delight now in this bright new Technicolor world!
Where the earth is sun dried and red
Where kin have sweated and bled
In their fields of toil and endurance
Rejoice now in this revised enchanted reality!
Where the houses are fresh and brightly painted
Where the sea sparkles in poly-hues of blue
Iridescent aquamarine too
A place that seemed familiar to me
A place which blanketed me with love
A place I felt very much part of
A place, my place, which gave me - me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem