The Tachydromos Delivers the Goods

Compressing  thousands of years into a mere twelve days, swift-footed Hermes flew over 7000 miles to get William Michaelian’s timeless treasure safe and sound into our hands: It was worth the wait.

Sound of Solitude, Sound of Mind

I will not 

Go away 

Whispered the wind 

To the pines 

As long as 

You wish 

I stay.

Dedicated to the One I Love

Speak, Vazambam!

Two Modes in Tramp Time

The Epic 

It’s too bad 

You were destined 

For greater things. 

The Lyric 

Perhaps but why is it 

The less I say, 

The better 

Everything becomes. 

Two Poems by George Seferis

10.

At the hour when dreams come true,

at the first sweet glimmer of dawn,

I saw lips that opened

leaf by leaf.

A slim sickle shone in the sky.

I feared it would mow them down.

from “Summer Solstice,” part three of Three Secret Poems,

translated  by Walter Kaiser.

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The Jasmine

Whether it gets dark

or light

the jasmine stays

always white.

Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard.

NB: Some down-to-earth observers of the heavens will note that the sickle framed in jasmine is setting in the west and not rising in the east but that shouldn't distract them from noticing the celestialness of these two pieces.

Antisthenes the Cynic

Doglike. That’s me, 

Which brings me 

To my next point— 

Why are you barking 

Up this tree when 

All you wanted 

Was to piss on it?

Song of Innocence

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Tell me whose fair children,
In cool cauldron tall, once sang
Carefree with naked innocence all.