Publication 1069
By Arcadian on
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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The Street Lights
O Tungsten lights ! , you were our witness
when you lifted the darkness
at the zaharoplasteion, as we ate
melamacarino and sipped frappe.
We made oaths to each other;
that I would love her and she
would never leave me.
Now she says these oaths
were written on the outbound tails
of car lights moving out of the Platea.
Tungsten lights in another town
illuminates her,
in the embrace of another.
Publication 1112
By George Trialonis on
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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Sad poem; I like it as it brings forward the ephemeral value of slices of life, and of life itself.
Platea = Square
Melamacarino (actually we call it "melomacarouno" in Crete): an Easter pastry made of dough, baked, then topped with honey and sprinkled with ground nuts.
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