Poetry

Artemis Poems (IV)
Departure
Dutiful Wife
Eros in Piccadilly
Erotisis (Question)
Facing Hydra
Fair Hermia
Homage to Sylvia Plath
Homewards
Jalousie
Letters Home (I)
Letters Home (II)
Letters Home (III)
Letters Home (IV)
Letters Home (V)
Marriage
Masquerade
Mystery
Old Flame
Old Photos
Parsifal
Parsifal II
Persephone to Demeter
The Church at Malaucene
The Music
Train Journey

Greek Translations

Άρτεμις IV
Μασκαράτα
Στο Τραίνο

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Letters Home (III)

We ran down the hill
Small oak trees hiding the sun
The road curving down
Towards the open poplar field

This was the road to our house
And away, into the
Landscape that taught us who we were.
I stopped you suddenly
And made you sit

On the curved, mossy seat
Of a tree root, on the bank
At the side of the road;
Told you to look out
Over the fields towards the mountains,
And to remember it, remember that view.

And then we ran
Down the hill, into the fields,
The forest, to the river;
Unable ever to forget.