POEM BY KOSTAS KARIOTAKIS
LOVE
And I lived in darkness. And I was darkness.
And a ray shown on me
Her joyous face as fresh as dew
and I as the parched asphodel
and the awakening youth shook me
how my bitter lips smiled.
As if her eyes told me
I wasn’t a castaway anymore
and I was bent by tenderness
I who was turned into stone by grief
Hellenic Canadian Literature 