LOVE DWELT THERE
In silvery flickers of the olive grove,
In the orchards, in the milky way - diamond dust
the whitened skeletons of dead cows,
Flies, malaria and corroded huts;
I, who believed myself a swan became
A lizard, crawling on walls, not mine.
Yet, I believed I had a third eye...
I, with the trapped shout, my dreams
Scattered round. Please allow me more time
To lament the dimmed, distant echoes of
voices from another land.
Oy! The blooming sorrow of a vanished life.