ΡΟΔΙΑ ΜΟΥ ΕΣΥ ΤΕΤΡΑΚΛΩΝΗ

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