They're busy singing and listening.This poem radiates the chequered summer forest light of an eternal now. That soon enough will become the autumnal shell of an unremembered then.
Esteemed you are by every human As the summer's sweet-voiced prophet The Muses love you, and Apollo too...
(The Anacreontic odal chorus singing the praises of Vassilis... er, of the Cicada)
I thank you for these two welcoming notes and feel honored that you should place me in such illustrious company—that ubiquitous summer thrummer drumming his ephemeral life away.
They're busy singing and listening.This poem radiates the chequered summer forest light of an eternal now. That soon enough will become the autumnal shell of an unremembered then.
ReplyDeleteEsteemed you are by every human
As the summer's sweet-voiced prophet
The Muses love you, and Apollo too...
(The Anacreontic odal chorus singing the praises of Vassilis... er, of the Cicada)
Ah, Vassilis,
ReplyDeletethe verses (like the man) seem refreshed from an Ionian holiday. Three days seemed an aeon. Welcome home, Odysseus...
Friends—
ReplyDeleteI thank you for these two welcoming notes and feel honored that you should place me in such illustrious company—that ubiquitous summer thrummer drumming his ephemeral life away.