Bird with hurt wings,I hide my deep sorrow;you have sometimes felt my stonewith your handand the corn and lily are born,the song of the larkat the dawn of my first life.Apollo’s fluteand then the noon fire comesand the heart’s hammeringon life’s anvil.Iron collarwarm as your neck,I’ll open the window of slaverywhere gold murmurs.Pure as crystal … Continue reading Fivos Delfis, A bird