- 2004
translated by Maria Nazos
But—
what could have any meaning now.
The lowering sun grazes the edges of sky.
The sea is now ready.
The moment
polished
radiant
poised with fecund promise
at the edge of the green fresh leaf a soaring dart.
I would blossom into the poem.
No sound.
Not a noise was found to redeem it.
Three Notes for a Melody, Nefeli Publications, Athens, 2004
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