Harris Vlavianos poetry AUGUST MEDITATIONS I If a man in his forties is still drawing seas and dovecotes if in his thought is reflected a sun more transparent, more lucid than the sun of reality, if the word ‘Amorgos’ is not just the mask of a fleeting, adolescent memory, then between the poem of desire and the poem of necessity real loss is panting. The translation of that poem is taken from: http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/country/item/20 |
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