digital photoart: ralph murre
DEAR YANNIS
to Yannis Ritsos’ poem “Absence”
by
Stella Pierides
In
our hands, you said, we hold
the
shadow of our hands. I know
the
cold absence of the marbles,
olives
sprouting from the cracks.
The
coffee grinder turns
slowly,
gently. The moon
still
kind, bathes our wrinkled
hearts
in light. In silver. In sorrow.
Old
souls sitting by the river
listening
to the boat engine
starting,
coughing, spitting,
dying.
Starting again.
~
previously published at poetsonline.org
