Days of Kindness Greece is a good place To look at the moon, isnt it You can read by moonlight You can read on the terrace You can see a face as you saw it when you were young There was good light then oil lamps and candles and those little flames that floated on a cork in olive oil What I loved in my old life I havent forgotten It lives in my spine Marianne and the child The days of kindness It rises in my spine and it manifests as tears I pray that a loving memory exists for them too the precious ones I overthrew for an education in the world. Hydra 1985..uncollected Poems Stranger Music. .
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 22:04:41 +0000
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