The Circle

excerpt

“Thank you, Hakim; I’ll be in touch when I’m in L.A. Bye for now.”
He has committed himself to the task he and Ibrahim discussed the last time
they were together. This makes Bevan Longhorn feel more relaxed and peaceful
inside. His good, old friend, as he calls him, is right and Bevan knows what needs
to be done, before the end of the year.
Hakim’s mind flutters to a variety of things, as he tries to figure out what the
Admiralmeans by his crypticmessage about needing to see Ibrahim before the end
of the year. He shreds themessage and then sits at his workstation and opens the line
to communicate with his uncle. It’s no later than ten o’clock at night in Baghdad.
“Hello my dear uncle; are you there?”
“Hello, my dearest son. I’m here doing some paperwork; Mara is in bed already.
How are you?”
“I’m good; Talal is flying today via New York. He is flying with American
Airlines, flight number A3552. Expect him in Baghdad by four o’clock in the
afternoon, tomorrow.”
“Good. I’ll have Rassan pick him up; is Emily Roberts with him?”
“Yes, of course. Bevan sends his regards.”
“Oh, thank you, my dear boy. Please tell him hello when you see or talk to him,
alright?”
“Yes, my uncle, everything else is the same here. Bye for now.”
About 12:30 p.m., Hakim and Jennifer start off to pick up Talal and Emily.
Jennifer is still jittery and Hakim tries to calm her down.
“Come now, baby, relax. You behave as if you are the one who is traveling;
it’s Talal and your mother. They’re going to be just fine and will have a good
time, you’ll see.”
“I know. I know all that; yet, my mind doesn’t know how to stop worrying.
What do you want me to do?” she looks at him distressed.
“I know what you need; when we get to the airport I’ll show you. Don’t forget
you must be strong and relaxed for your mother’s sake.”


Emily is still very upset about the idea of flying on such a long trip. Talal goes to
the bar and pours two glasses of wine.
“Come, my love. Have some wine. It will relax you; we’re going to be fine.
Don’t worry; you’ll make Jennifer worry if she sees you like that. Then she’ll have
a hard time while we’re away.”
Thinking about Jennifer and with wine in her system she feels better in a
matter of minutes, and when Jennifer and Hakim come in, they find Talal and
Emily relaxing on the couch waiting for them.

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Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Selected Poems

In the Forest
I saw you among the leaves
in the waters
in the light of the leaves
in the leaves of the waters
in the reflection of the moon in the water
I saw you in the lakes, in waterfalls
in the lakes that light creates
in the waterfalls where light tumbles
light encircling your body.
You were coming out of the trees
walking, floating
over dewdrops
over smooth shining caresses
in the insubordinate black of the night…
ah, the night steams behind your shoulders
vapours on wings
and a mysterious triangle shines
on your chest: dazzling target
of beauty.
From the grassy areas to the hairy tops
high up to the crowns
of the superior branches
the highest frieze of lunacy
in nature
the voices of dead moths
the spring of springs
the unbearable bird of sorrow
I hear with your voice
that rises from the depths
where the bile and the soul
in one voice refuse to die.
everything that’s yours raves
in the thickets, in the grassy empires
of the dreams
in the glorious silence of the ivy
in the silent syncope of the fern
in the vinous fainting of the autumn leaves.
Your meaning gushes out:
that no life
is stronger than lust
no act more final
than poetry.
ere where you touched me
where I flowered
where I almost died
from where I called you
adorning your other nature
there where I was crucified
where I suffered
for your fairy-like grace
there where eros was light
but with heavy consequence for the water.
Untamed in the ruling of reality
tell me, how I might see you again
coming out to the opening of the trees
with your thin legs
wrapped in wisterias
with the sperm of birds
in the roots of your hair
you who brought the sky
for whom I spent hours gazing through the window
for whom the crows shifted their nests
you who spoke the words
that resembled wild marigolds on the hillside
you who shone: lips and words
you the superior being
of poetry in the creek.

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George Seferis – Collected Poems

II Psychology
This gentleman
has his bath every morning
in the waters of the Dead Sea
then he wears a bitter smile
for the business and the customers.

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Red in Black

Coffee
Boiling hot aromatic coffee
upward whirling fragrance
tiny table
our legs were touching under it
entangling slowly
when your eyes
dived deep in mine
imperceptible movement of your lips
meant your anticipation
for my prodding
of your mind to lustful thoughts
erotic undulation amid
waves of a sea
angered and passionate
and leaving the cup of coffee
you put your hand over mine
sign that ready you were
for the transcending rhythm of Eros

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The Unquiet Land

excerpt

and, unlike Padraig, who did his best with what physical strength he had, Michael was a farmer to his finger-tips: strong and tireless, with an instinctive knowledge of the land and its needs, bred into him through countless generations of farming ancestry. For these very different characteristics Caitlin loved them both.
Michael was late today and that was unlike him. He knew how much Caitlin hated unpunctuality and he never showed up late for anything without good cause. Something had delayed him. Caitlin stood up from the rock on which she had been sitting and started along the footpath to the harbour, hoping she would meet Michael on the way. A strong breeze from the sea flicked her 1ong, black hair and flappered her skirt like a flag on a pole as she strolled along the path. Tussocks of grass bent over in the breeze like peasants in potato fields. Seagulls sliced the wind with bladed wings. Shags skimmed over the waves, and gannets plunged for fish like suicides. The air smelt of sea-wrack and salty pools.
Then Caitlin thought she heard her name being called. She stopped and turned and saw Nora hurrying towards her. She waited till Nora arrived beside her, breathless and smiling, almost laughing.
“You seem to be in good form today, Nora,” Caitlin said.
Nora linked her arm through Caitlin’s, and they dandered on towards the harbour. “Oh Caitlin, Flynn’s back. He’s back for good. We’re not going to live in Dublin after all.”
“Well, no wonder you’re in good form,” Caitlin said. “I’m glad you’re not leaving. I’d have been lost without you.”
The girls sauntered along in silence, arm in arm, almost mirror images of each other, save that Caitlin wore an old blue cardigan and Nora a brown, woollen coat. An unbiased observer might have said that Nora was the prettier of the two. There was a hardness to the line of Caitlin’s mouth and a certain insensitivity in her eyes, both of which were absent from the gentler, softer features of her sister. Otherwise they bore the physical characteristics of twin girls. As they approached Purdy’s Point they stopped to watch the waves break on the black dike and the wrack-covered rocks. Nora kept her arm entwined in Caitlin’s but she said nothing.
“What’s on your mind, Nora?” Caitlin asked at last.
Nora hesitated, her eyes still fixed on the choppy sea. Then she turned to Caitlin and said, “I was wondering about you and Michael.”
“What about me and Michael?” Caitlin asked, though she knew well what was coming.

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Tasos Livaditis – Poems, Volume II

Long-listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

FORGIVE me, oh Lord, that I survived since You had
secretly placed my life under a peplos
like lovers, at night, who hold someone else
in their arms
while they stand behind, in the shadow, and ah,
to tread the world is nothing but a sob.
However, under the lighted torches of the evening
let him be blessed who is ready to forget like
the farmer who throws his seed on the ground
until autumn when we light the oil lamp earlier
and all the silent people resort to words that
perhaps save us somewhere else.

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Philosopher, Francesco Patrizi

Ken Kirkby – Warrior Painter

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The Promise that Propelled a Life
“But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep…”
(Robert Frost, Poet)
~~
Ken worked at a number of jobs on the lower mainland but never gave up
his fixation on the north. It is unlikely his sense of destiny remotely hinted
that the path he was on would directly consume thirty years and several
fortunes, the majority of which would be spent in one of the major cities of
the world. It was enough that his mind was filled with his dream of this vast
and empty land.
Many thousands of Canadians made their home in Vancouver and
environs, and it frustrated him that he’d not found anyone who had been to
the Arctic, or even expressed more than a passing interest in that inaccessible
land that made up one-third of Canada.
The city was not a good fit for him, and within a year, he was leaving
it behind. He worked for several seasons on the construction of the WAC
Bennett Dam at Hudson’s Hope—an experience that has stood him in
good stead both through the workplace challenges he met, and the lasting
connection he made with WAC Bennett himself.
This odd association resulted in a piece of useful advice offered during
Ken’s long battle on behalf of the Inuit. The Premier of British Columbia
recommended that if all else failed, Ken should practice “Legislation by
exhaustion—the last man standing wins.” Over the years, Ken found it fit
his style admirably.
While working in Hudson’s Hope, he fell in love with a beautiful First
Nations girl and crumbled in broken-hearted despair when she was taken in
a tragic accident on the eve of their wedding. Tormented and withdrawn, he
took refuge in the compelling images imprinted into his brain by Francisco’s
tales of the Canadian northland. These seemed to offer some promise of
respite and became the catalyst that drove him into the Arctic. By the time
he was twenty-five, he had lived several years with the Inuit and travelled
by foot, boat and dogsled from Coppermine, NWT to Baffin Island and
back. In the process, he gave his promise to an Inuit grandmother …

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Neo-Hellene Poets, an Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry

SECOND ODE

SECOND ODE — TO GLORY
Whoever said that glory
was as purposeless
as those who seek it
and burn myrrh to it,
spoke falsely.
Glory bestows wings
on those who seek it,
directs them
to the rough and
difficult path of virtue.
Whoever accepts
the call of glory
but refuses to follow it
has an impotent soul
and a contemptible heart
He has never shed tears
over the graves
of his friends
nor ever kissed
the soil of his kin.
Oh, Hellas, you have seeded
the fiery desire of glory
in the hearts of your sons
and thus are called
the mother of us all.
As when the lion
emerges from its den
charging and wounding,
killing and scattering alike
brave hunters and multitudes of Arabs,

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Übermensch

Similarities
Although something new occurred almost daily
since the hour we met Him, fame had promised not
to ignore us and we didn’t ask for anything else
but to occasionally pull out of the bag of chaos
the bloomed rose or the perennial smile of
the young lover while our Hero stood transfixed on
the dead body of the rope walker who left behind
a splendid legacy most people would love to have
yet never had the courage to fight for.
Even more so when the jester was more important
than the minister and the undertaker more valuable
than the tax collector, after all they all specialized
on the ephemeral.

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