Φεβρουάριος/February

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Vincent van Gogh

©m.cassapidis, 2015

εκκρεμές- pendulum

©m.cassapidis,2014

Jove in the clouds...

©fourteenth

III

Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth.
No mother suckled him, no sweet land gave
Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind
He moved among us, as a muttering king,
Magnificent, would move among his hinds,
Until our blood, commingling, virginal,
With heaven, brought such requital to desire
The very hinds discerned it, in a star.
Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be
The blood of paradise? And shall the earth
Seem all of paradise that we shall know?
The sky will be much friendlier then than now,
A part of labor and a part of pain,
And next in glory to enduring love,
Not this dividing and indifferent blue.

Wallace Stevens
from Sunday Morning

winter light : a sonnet

winter light- trees    ©fourteenth

I don't know why I love sonnets.

I can see one forming on a winter walk
The trees bowing in the evening light

winter goldfish--χειμερινά χρυσόψαρα

winter goldfish--χειμερινά χρυσόψαρα  ©fourteenth

winter goldfish slip on redbrown mud
little trails of ocherlines left behind

smile! the new year's not too long away!

trees tug to rooted ground; sea sprayed wind
needles the eye lids tender

laugh! the time is just right.