Salamander, Larnaka
a sombre note, half-muted by the brashness
of the tourist age: I catch its rage
in bronzes of anonymous boy-martyrs
in city squares, padlocked mosques
and monuments of conquerors defaced.
Old Larnaka conceals its pain
in fragrant courtyards steeped in shade,
the wrinkled face that shuns the public gaze.
The salamander knows that life
is shadows racing over stone; he knows
that blood and jasmine leave no trace.
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Do you remember - И ящерица на валуне, задрав головку, будет наблюдать полет космического аппарата...
Cаша
As regards Crete, very soon I will send you our photos (including meeting with Papaderos). By the way, you can see one of them at the poetry page of CHANIOTIS at стихира. We studied together at Moscow University of foreign relations and learned Greek. He was with us almost all time while our stay in Crete.
Александр Рытов 10.09.2003 15:16 Заявить о нарушении
Lovely to hear from you, Саша!
Харика поли! Jena
Jena Woodhouse 11.09.2003 14:22 Заявить о нарушении