Ancient Harbour

Kos


We woke in a winter harbour
where a bitter wind swept the quay;
even such dawns once greeted
ships in antiquity.

Our feet became those of pilgrims,
albeit unconsciously,
seeking the springs of healing
tapped by Hippocrates.

And one road led to the mountains,
another skirted the sea,
cupped in the palms of morning,
bathed in the rosy east.

Paths may be lost in thickets
or buried under scree,
but in that shimmering daybreak
the road we walked was free.



for Romany


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I'm short of patience to read all of your works. :)
But I've read some and it feels like listening to piano plaing - deep, epic, complicated, sometimes ablosutely obscur, unclear.
In general I don't like piano music, though I deeply respect those who understand and appreciate.
Still, I'm fetched with your way to use the language,
and I liked best this poem and Babylonian Epigrams.
Thank you and good luck!

Николай Выморков   05.10.2005 09:59     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you so much, Nikolai, for this generous and thoughtful appraisal, and especially for the comparison with the piano. To read such words is the fulfilment of a secret desire. To me music and musicians are something marvellous, miraculous, and I have a particular passion for the piano. So you've really touched a sympathetic chord!

It has also been a great pleasure to read your poems, and I look forward to seeing more. :)

Wishing you success and happiness,

Jena Woodhouse   06.10.2005 14:34   Заявить о нарушении