Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


First day at the verdant meadow euphoria

of fragrance among Hellenic wild flowers

laurel branches and self centered narcissus

when I grabbed

double colored poplar leaves

meant to dress my nakedness before

the serpent was to come and

I the primeval martyr 

stood under the light and named

my cosmos as

I perceived it: virginal and with

a baby rattle in my cradle

to shake and to move from right

to left between two extremes where

the meaning of my life was wedged

when I the infant boy in swaddles

heard one command

as paradisiacal as I had ever

dreamed: stand up, my pride, and create



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