I think of the lilies, pale and torn,
sprinkled with the tears
of compassionate dawn,
the roses which slowly shade the pure flower-blood
into an unseen canal,
into the earth’s embrace.
The leaves and the clouds, which depart and die,
the trees enduring
their fate sadly,
whatever remains motionless and whatever falls
on the mirror of the lake-
the dead water lilies.
And still I think, with a sorrowful care,
of the waxen hands
-oh! secret rending!-
and you, dear eyes, where quietly, beneath your lashes,
in your dark waters,
the light has set …
(Lambros Porphyras)
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