I think I have finally understood the poem, Vassilis. Thank you.
Having spent a lifetime in the small hill towns, I had heard of but never eaten/seen an olive -- until last year when in Delhi the counter man at 'Subway' asked me if I would like to have olives. Its been a year now and I still have not been able to decide if I would like to have olives.
Good to see you kept with this poem until you understood it; now all you have to do is make up your mind about eating olives--believe me, they are delicious--just like your poems.
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ReplyDeleteI think I have finally understood the poem, Vassilis. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHaving spent a lifetime in the small hill towns, I had heard of but never eaten/seen an olive -- until last year when in Delhi the counter man at 'Subway' asked me if I would like to have olives. Its been a year now and I still have not been able to decide if I would like to have olives.
Good to see you kept with this poem until you understood it; now all you have to do is make up your mind about eating olives--believe me, they are delicious--just like your poems.
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