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



Much do I long for rainy autumn

with its large and heavy raindrops

its withering of leaves and sadness of the dusk

that once intoxicated me.

The heat of summer burns me

with its high noon sun

and its clear diaphanous skies

while my heart craves the pure north wind

and hail to fall among dry leaves.

Then I shall stoop silently

like the sundown

sweetly to recall, who knows…

the last summer, like a far-off violin

that dives like a whisper in my heart.


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