Ροδιά μου εσύ τετράκλωνη
στολίδι της αυλής μου
ανάπαψη της προσμονής
νεράκι της πηγής μου.
HILDA MORLEY
Pomegranates
My chin is stained with the dark-red
pomegranate juice
This autumn I have eaten pomegranates
knowing their seeds were symbols
of a rebirth
All night we were close to death
All night death lived with us
We have been living death
too long now
How many months is it?
I have walked often along the river
evenings face wet my hands in my pockets
staring at the late sunset & the haloed lights
of boats moving slowly
stately in the fog
beyond all misery
relentless
"Cloudless at First", Moyer Bell, 1988
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