The poem: THE MAD POMEGRANATE TREE In these all-white courtyards where the south wind blows Whistling through vaulted arcades, tell me, is it the mad pomegranate treeThat leaps in the light, scattering its fruitful laughterWith windy wilfulness and whispering, tell…
GRAPE VINES
And young vines, ‘neath the shade Of shooting tendrils, tranquilly are growing. Ibycus The next few posts will be automatically published to the site as I am going to take a short break from blogging. In the…
LOVE, INVINCIBLE IN BATTLE…
“In truth at first Chaos came to be, but next wide-bosomed Earth, the ever-sure foundation of al the deathless ones who hold the peaks of snowy Olympus, and dim Tartarus in the depth of the wide-pathed Earth, and Eros (Love), fairest…