Nikephoros Vrettakos


The Orange Trees Of Sparta - Poem by Nikephoros Vrettakos

The orange trees of Sparta, snow, flowers of love,
sprang into whiteness at your words, bending down their branches,
I hugged them to my small breast and went to my mother.

She was sitting under the moon, worrying about me,
she was sitting under the moon and she scolded me:
Yesterday I washed you, yesterday I changed you,
where did you run off to -
who filled your clothes with tears
and bitter-orange blossoms.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 6, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, March 15, 2010


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