—for Tom Clark
I must tell you how
Under a clear afternoon sky,
I sat under an umbrella
Reading a friend’s book
Of poems that had traveled
Halfway round the world
To end up here—
In the evening, no umbrella,
No moon in sight, no need to tell you
How close the stars were that night.
Vassilis, there is nowhere on earth that book would be happier to have ended up than in your gentle hands, under a clear afternoon sky, or beneath your Messenian stars.
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Many thanks, my friend!
Having fleet-footed Hermes as a distant ancestor is a real advantage
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Ahhhhhhhh. No words, VZ. No words necessary.
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