Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry, 1750-2018

Poem by Dionysios Solomos


Stop the melodious chords

of the guitar.  

They remind me of my youth

and grieving heart,

my youth that passed

so fast before me

and left behind

not one consoling thought.

The traitor only left

a wretched meditation
that expertly foretells 
the hour of my death.
Here is the eye that craves
to see the sun again,
here the mouth that yearns
to take its final breath.


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