'The Night Of The Poets' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

In my vineyard tonight a silence
creatures strange and many
contemplate
the cause.
Creatures naked in rapture desiring
voiceless only with stolen glimpses
yellow, pale, black, crimson
capture
cause.
They dance each one with his own God
they speak softly in strange tongues
they laugh with tragic tears
shape
that which is without cause.
With them I shared the milk of black stone
to get night drunk with their glances
that she may join my vine in wedlock.

In my vineyard tonight a tumoil
the creatures give birth to the cause
slowly the night passes again
night of unborn mortals
who celebrate
the cause.