Poem by Kostis Palamas
HUMILITY
My pride to stand before you
naked: down with my pride
I bring you my soul, a tender flower
I bring you my thought, my orphanhood
I bring you my love, my poverty
I’ve come to be caught in the net of your lust
I bring you the mirror that reflects
all the sunsets and all the stars
as you wish them, as your desire longs
to smash it to pieces with your golden hands
to the lands of immenseness: dreamy
voyages, wishes for a safe trip
but instead of these I want to be
the earth on which you’ll step
with your beloved tender soles
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