"ionian" poems
Two, of course there are two.
It seems perfectly natural now——
The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded
And balled¸ like Blake's.
Who exhibits
The birthmarks that are his trademark——
The scald scar of water,
The ****
Verdigris of the condor.
I am red meat. His beak
Claps sidewise: I am not his yet.
He tells me how badly I photograph.
He tells me how sweet
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck
Then the flutings of their Ionian
Death-gowns.
Then two little feet.
He does not smile or smoke.
The other does that
His hair long and plausive
*******
************ a glitter
He wants to be loved.
I do not stir.
The frost makes a flower,
The dew makes a star,
The dead bell,
The dead bell.
Somebody's done for.
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Just because we've torn their statues down,
and cast them from their temples,
doesn't for a moment mean the gods are dead.
Land of Ionia, they love you yet,
their spirits still remember you.
When an August morning breaks upon you
a vigour from their lives stabs through your air;
and sometimes an ethereal and youthful form
in swiftest passage, indistinct,
passes up above your hills.
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“Suppliants of the Hearth”
~AESCHYLUS
With suppliant olive branch, to what kinder land could Man return?
Whose cities and earth of brightened water
Olympian lords, ye ancient gods below
Whose end possessed the tomb, though Savior Zeus
Keeps pious souls and yet receives
(respectful in the airy lands of men)
Those suppliants of the Hearth, rehearsed!
Though for the smarmy scorn of ****** men
Before the draught tastes the dregs of waste
Return their ships upon the brothing seas
And wintry stings of hurricanes the braved
Pressed on by lightnings, thunders, cast upon
More wild of winds, by facing life to death
Undo what wrong the law forbids
Cousins of pain who lie in strain upon unwilling beds!
Who shows the faithful witness
Still unknown by natives here
As unexpected to the false
Unknown upon who know and last at length!
Meloncoly more of song than Ionian strings
My heart unused to tears on Nile’s cheek
We gather bloom of sorrow
Anxious friends
Someone in search of strength
As exiles, far away on an empty mist!
Hear then, ancestral gods
And kindly look upon the tears of justice lost
With hating people, nothing left to lawlessness undecreed-
Our union justly met!
Behold the Heavens
Invincible in bulwark
Touring always the lasting weary
Among men, respect of gods!
Now will be done
Traced easy in the Earth
Uncompromised of fortune
And blackness through the hearts of men!
Dec 10, 2011
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
A trip to the Balkans
with family in tow
and Cycle Albania
to light up the show!
There was Erlis and Rimi
(and Junid to track)
an itinerary
that would not look back!
First stop, Tirana
in the downtown core
with cafes and bars
and music galore
There were hints in the air
of a Communist cast
which the vibrant city
had long moved past
A shuttle to Ohrid
and cruise of the lake
the flora and fauna
left no mistake
Lunch on the terrace
and a trip to St. Naum
the monastery
…so peaceful, and calm
We plateaued to Korçë
through a patchwork of farms
the herdsmen and sheep
held so much charm
A tour through the city
with cultural notes
the cobble stone streets
beyond reproach
A climb through the mountains
in thundering rain
to the Sotire Farm
what a lovely domain!
There were goats and donkeys
and kindly old dogs
but the favorite of all
were the scampering hogs!
We slept like babies
and left in the morn
through the high pine forest
and fields of corn
Down through the mountains
and rivers and streams
the “Presidential Descent”
was an absolute scream!
A freshly paved stretch
(roughly 17k!)
Jaglin was off
and on her way!
A guesthouse for lunch
in the village of Benje
the evening’s Raki
would have its revenge!
To the sanctuary pools
(across the Ottoman bridge)
the healing and soothing
of miracle ridge
Into the valley
and over the gorge
to Gjirokastër
where roots were forged
Alleys and walk ways
and tight quiet streets
castles and churches
that met no defeat
A storybook city
with an historic past
we savored the buildings
and white wall cast
Off to Sarandë
…the Ionian coast!
a rustic old ferry
and ruins, with ghosts
The site of Butrint
“...from a world gone by”
we travelled in time
with a lullaby
Corfu at a distance
Himarë in reach
we swam in the ocean
and drank on the beach
Himarë to Vlorë
a spectacular day!
7 turns to the top
what a view of the bay!
Hairpins and kickbacks
so tranquilly warm
“...*the thighs are burning
like a lightning storm*!”
Lunch at the peak
and down to Vlorë
picking up speed
and a mighty roar!
Winds off the shoreline
sun at a high
the smells and sounds
as seabirds fly
The final stretch
with the finish in view
we crossed the line
…The Peloton Crew!
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Sep 11, 2022 at 11:54 AM UTC
I lie suspended
Weightless
In the crystal clear warmth
Of the Ionian Sea
As pebbles clatter and tumble and wash
From sea to shore and back.
Dreams flood in
Of pure white sands
Uncrowded seas
Villages of creams and pinks and blues.
Ancient history
And troubled modern times
Mix
With vibrant splashes
Of stunning bougainvillea.
Agile swallows swoop and dart and dance
Broken rocks and mortar
Scatter the land
Skeletons of another time
Left by the earth's shaking fury.
The air fills with aromatic wild herbs
A revered Saint
From 500 years before
Encased in silver and gold
Beneath the mountain Ainos.
Olive groves
Orange and lemon trees abound
Smiling friends
Special times remembered.
My Cephalonia.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC