Poem by George Souris
MY IMAGE
Two yards in height
and rough looks too
beard and hair
here and there
forehead enormous
somewhat wide
the superb point
of a great poet
two eyes black
with no evil
filled by longing
and idiocy too
long nostrils
divided in two
and straight chin
resembling Jesus’
deep mouth like a well
flowing hair
that could fill
a mattress on its own
face as wild
as it is wrinkled
pale and cold
and almost dead
no human color
ever suits it
dyed in vain
loose teeth decayed
filled cavities
a miser’s looks
no good for anything
Hellenic Canadian Literature 