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 