Hellenic sounds: poetry by Bettina Helen Massie,
a resident of Greece
1.
ALAN,
HYDRA, 1986
Yesterday at sunset he played
a duet with Daphne
in the stone-walled garden of her
Captain's mansion
Spanish guitar and ebony flute
under the ancient tree
but then he came home and made love
to me
Yesterday at sunset he played
a duet with Daphne
in the stone-walled garden of her
Captain's mansion
Spanish guitar and ebony flute
under the ancient tree
but then he came home and made love
to me
2.
ALL
AT ONCE
In dewlicked, redlapped morning
in earliest time
with
all the cock's feathers shaken
like quilts out of windows
at their First cry: awaken
in dewlapped, red-ricked dawning
of pearliest time, and
love me then
under all the star-waning,
red-fringed sky.
In dewlicked, redlapped morning
in earliest time
with
all the cock's feathers shaken
like quilts out of windows
at their First cry: awaken
in dewlapped, red-ricked dawning
of pearliest time, and
love me then
under all the star-waning,
red-fringed sky.
2 comments:
YES,ON THE HIGH TERRACE
OF NITSA DIMOU'S HOUSE,
HIGH ABOVE THE SEA OF HYDRA ISLAND,
AS THE STARS FADED
WHEN COCK CROW AND SHEEP BELLS
TOLLED THE DAWN,WE MADE LOVE,
A LOVE THAT CAN NEVER DIE...
TINA'S POEMS
NEVER LIE
ALAN PEARIS MASSIE
AH, HIKARU
OUR GUARDIAN ANGEL
LET US TELL
HOW HE FELT OUR EARTHLY SORROW
AND GLIDED DOWN IN HASTE
TO INSPIRE THE BIRTH OF JOY
AND FAITH
IN OUR POETRY OF THE MORROW
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