From the book SECOND ADVENT OF ZEUS
Catharsis
And time for my catharsis came
vague redeemer that I was holding up
my body erected next to the icons
before the whip took aim at my back
feeble churchgoers had kneeled
nightingale started its composition
no one ever knew what it meant
yet deep in their consciousness
a glimmer of hope shone
like a soul lost in darkness
and begged for its deliverance
when time for my catharsis came
Poem by Kostas Karyotakis
SMILE
Although she never learned of it she cried
perhaps because she had to cry
perhaps because misfortune always comes.
Tonight the dusk is just a dream
the ravine remains enchanted
the rain stopped and the tired girl
lied onto the moist clover-field
her parted lips two cherries
this way as deeply she breaths
her breasts ascent and descent
as if the most crisp April rose.
Sun rays flash through the clouds
and hide in her eyes, the lemon tree
drips moist onto her body
two diamonds stop onto her cheeks
you think she may be crying
as she smiles to the faraway sun.
Manolis 