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semiotic_pirate) wrote2008-05-22 07:35 pm
semiotic_pirate) wrote2008-05-22 07:35 pm
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Poem #2
A Paean to Cephallonia
Milky emerald waters, bedded in limestone
The pure, pellucid quality of the light;
complete immersion in the somnolent
pace of the thirty-one square mile island.
Pilgrims carry the ill
over the blackened, gnarled, olive-wood form
of St. Gerasimos’ corpse.
Oleanders flower, and bougainvillea froths
overhead.
Floor marked out with stones;
Hold a panegyric ballos dance,
With tricky kicks, smacks, claps and flourishes.
The men leading, the women circling
with handkerchiefs.
So picturesque, with a background tinkle
of goat bells.
Milky emerald waters, bedded in limestone
The pure, pellucid quality of the light;
complete immersion in the somnolent
pace of the thirty-one square mile island.
Pilgrims carry the ill
over the blackened, gnarled, olive-wood form
of St. Gerasimos’ corpse.
Oleanders flower, and bougainvillea froths
overhead.
Floor marked out with stones;
Hold a panegyric ballos dance,
With tricky kicks, smacks, claps and flourishes.
The men leading, the women circling
with handkerchiefs.
So picturesque, with a background tinkle
of goat bells.