The sun rose today again
to feed the glacier.
Crystallized thoughts
within the boughs.
Trees
naked Medeas
with rage and arrogance.
The light blurs vision.
The real and the illusory
are mixed in the heat of love.
Light, a heliotrope
amidst words of deterioration,
how can I bring you back
to daily existence,
beloved,
so we can behold one another
leaping in passion?
translated from Greek by Despina L. Crist and Robert Crist
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