All the years I was gone
by Nikephoros Vrettakos
All the years I was gone, I travelled for you.
I was searching to find the rose that no one else
would ever be able to give you. Over what mountains,
what deserts and what seas I passed, what rains
furrowed my brow, what oceans made me their toy,
no one will ever know. I wrung my heart
into a holy chalice, and from it there bloomed
that beautiful rose, the one that is as pure
as an Easter dawn. Wear it in your belt,
on your breast or in your hair. It will suit you well,
like the sun of every morning suits the world.
-- translated from the Greek by Jon Corelis
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Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/
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