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Where did the double-edged day that had changed everything

            go?

Won’t there be a navigable river for us?

Won’t there be a sky dripping the morning dew

for the soul that the lotus benumbed and nourished?

On the stone of patience we long for the miracle

that opens the heavens and everything becomes possible

we long for the angel as in the ancient drama

when the open roses of twilight

vanish…scarlet rose of the wind and fate

you remained only in memory, a heavy rhythm

rose of the night you passed purple undulation

of the undulating sea…The world is simple.

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Poem by George Souris

TO MY WIFE

My dear wife, I don’t have to say

how much I’ve always loved you.

If sometimes we contend and row

in turbulence and turmoil living,

it’s because I like upheaval

and long for rougher seas.

Love without some bitterness

lacks sweetness, gives no joy,

so keep your stern composure,

leave me my troubled mind,

and know that now and then

too calm a sea brings vertigo.

Dear wife, though I don’t tell you,

you know how much I love you,

your laughter but your anger too,

and if another woman turn my eye,

know that my heart and, yes, my ugliness

belong to you for ever and some more.