Today I am a wanderer. I am wandering around my books, my plants, my unfinished projects. While wandering I came across a book of Greek poetry (with translation of course) that I bought in Athens 30 years ago. Only a few poems had been read maybe because, although I love the idea of poetry, I often find its meaning too hermetically sealed for me.

It’s 9 o’clock and my morning is slipping away. Before it’s gone, I’ve decided to look at the poems of Takis Varvitsiotis (1916-2011). Varvitsiotis was born in Thessaloniki where he studied law. But he preferred poetry. A Greek poet of the post-war generation, his first poetry collection “Sleeping Leaves” (“φύλλα ύπνου“) was published in 1949. Although I found little information on him, apparently he was highly translated into other languages and considered “a connoisseur of lyric art”.

I will not try to understand his poetry. But I will copy lines from three different poems that created nice images in my head.

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