Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


Yes, I couldn’t deny

my promise to mention

my first cousin Antony

best dancer of western Crete

and narrate his sweet story

impossible not to include it

in my recollections

like the beautiful breasts

of the girl I touched

behind the movie theater

in that side street where

we frequented when the bright

lights could reveal

our secret thoughts and

like my distant cousin, who once

jumped from one edge of a ravine

to the other just to defy Death

yes, between the two edges

three meters apart where

just thirty meters lower

Hades’ gaping mouth lurked,

I too dared touch the breast

of the fourteen year old girl  



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