Veroniki Dalakoura: No

Rain, incessant rain, and fear of humankind

Penetrates the realm of light.

What begins with marvel ends in fright.

The memories this fertile garden hides!

The snow is melting but no water trickles

from grayish boulders covered with ash:

a myriad of dust motes dangling in festive mist.

I keep withdrawing, Lord, from the clarity

of this night.

from  Days of Pleasure

Translated from the Greek by John Taylor