Dear, I would love to find some new blogs to follow… Art, self portraiture, antique or contemporary, raw or refined, do you have any in mind?
I wish you would arrive one evening like a tearful cloud,
Stone’s vapor, olive’s rime
For on your chaste forehead
Sometimes I would see
The snow of sheep and lilies
But you went through life like a tear of the sea
Like a Summer’s shine and May’s last rain
Despite you having once been one of her mauve waves
A bitter pebble of hers
A small swallow out of her into a desolate forest
With no bell’s sound at dawn, no lantern’s light at dusk
With your warm heart turned abroad
Towards the worn teeth of a desolate seashore
Towards the wrecked isles of seals and wild cherry trees.
— Nikos Gatsos, Elegy
