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

Poem by Maria Polydouris


The young man you expected

won’t come tonight.

What would you had told him? Why?

Let futility vanish

sever the unfortunate sprout.

Don’t let the endless

cunning desire

fool your heart

a secret sadness flows

over this spring evening.

Yet you don’t listen to advice

enchantment has strong hold on you

he’ll never come tonight

and tomorrow will turn

even more painful.

Absence will shine

light into his darkened  eyes;

with reserved ardor

a secret grief

will kiss his awkward hands
that I shall see spread 
timid in victory
sweet as if they can
the caressing waves that pull me
like a pebble into the depth


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