Prairie Roots

excerpt

…we kids were into the food as soon as the crew finished and
that, too, added to the enjoyment of the threshing season.
After the harvest, as the days shortened, it was time to take
stock of the farm and do the autumn chores to be ready for winter.
The stubble was turned over, fences were repaired, straw was
hauled beside the barn for bedding and grain was hand-loaded
into a wagon and hauled to the elevator at Hubbard by the reliable
team of horses named Cholly and Manga. Barns were
caulked where required with a mud-straw caulking and the base
of the house was insulated with straw. Gardens were also readied
for winter, with the potato tops and other dried vegetation burnt,
and the garden ploughed under or cultivated.
Usually we were ready for winter and were either clearing
brush or picking rocks when the first snows arrived. Sometimes,
however, the snows surprised my parents and some of the needed
chores would be finished after the earth was blanketed with its’
first covering. I recall those first snows, the sky a leaden gray, the
air still and the temperature just below the freezing mark.

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Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry

POPLAR
Remember our poplar? Playful in the breeze
it kept us safe from the incendiary sun
as joyfully it swayed its graceful top
and whispered pleasantly its subtle pleasures
spreading its laughter to the yards and grapevines
when it was answering your ever-happy laughter.
I passed it yesterday. Oh, what the years can do!
Neglect and loneliness reigned all around,
but that gigantic poplar knew my pain
and with a soft, sad whisper told it
to the wind and to the sun’s insufferable heat
when it was answering only to my tears.

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Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

…but I repeat
in one piece
from top to bottom
because of the fall
only his humble clothes
turned golden like the Sun
his face
they said pale, like the Moon
but lit like the Moon
these two stars
usually co-exist
in icons of Byzantine Art
and if he went to hide in Mytilene afterward
he was already immortal:
it was meant to live forever
I m m o r t a l
Perhaps along with his clumsy co-citizen
Giorgio de Chirico
and with Benaroya
among many
others
some from Volos
who lived before
and during
and after
the pulling of the ladder
era

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Orange

Close up
Monotonous echo
of the flute
methodically dripping
onto fallen leaves
path covered by
autumnal whim
and you hide your lips
behind a kerchief concealing
your fiery desire
for my kiss
as I near them and
you pendulate between
your eagerness for my lips
and your fear
that I discover your
fiery anticipation

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