vazambam

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This time

It’s Zeus’s so-called ladder-

Like Mt Ithome that climbs

To where the air is still

Alive they say with spirits

Of the undying

Ancients that have

Yet to exhaust that one

Last precious breath needed

To ascend there.

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras): Meligalas, Messenias, Greece; Born in Greece, I was taken at the age of four to the small town of Raymond, WA in 1948. After high school, I attended the University of Washington but dropped out after a year, spent 1963-1964 traveling in Europe and in Greece, settling in Munich until getting drafted into the US Army. After my discharge, I completed my sophomore year at GHC, Aberdeen, WA, then transferred to the UW where I received an MA in English. In 1970, I co-founded the poetry magazine Madrona and also worked for the Seattle Housing Authority before returning to Greece in 1972. I married Eleni in 1980 and we have a daughter, Efiniki, 42, and a son, Anastasios, 40. I'm now retired from teaching ESL in my language school in Meligalas but still writing poetry--which I've been doing for the last forty-plus years. My poems have been published in various literary magazines in the US and abroad. A number of my poems were also included in the anthology How The Net Is Gripped: a selection of contemporary American Poetry (Stride, UK, 1992), and I have two collections of poetry, Sentences (Querencia Books, 1976), and Aural (Singing Horse Press, 1984).

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