Poems, Imitations & Translations


Fragments (2)

This pretty baby is mine
she’s sweet as pollen
Mandy, I wouldn’t give her up
for anything … or anyone

– Mum, I can’t thread
the sewing machine today
I’m mad about
a boy ...

Last night you slept on the breast
of a young friend …

[Spring Fresco (Thera)]

We love to hear
the voices of birds
the day, they say
is freshening

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