Re: A Poem

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: I wrote this poem about my father: : His heart was cracked : he knew, and yet : he climbed an April day : to cut his rozes in a frozen rain. : Why did he risk it all : on horticulture? Why : he was gambling : on Spring. : My father Hercules was born in Portitsa, a village near Karditsa in Thessaly. He lived in Boston, Mass USA. -- James Sutton (Demetrios Soutsos). : : which country do you or your father live in? : : : : I wrote this poem in Greek and translated to English : : : to honor my Father's memory, Konstantinos N. Soutsos. : : : My Father's Lament : : : ------------------ : : : A proud bird flew to a far-off land : : : Thinking to find over there Paradise : : : Because he trusted a friend's untrue word : : : Where he went they spoke another tongue : : : The songs were incomprehensible and tasteless : : : Void of the passion for life and warm humanity : : : He struggled with all his strength to earn : : : Enough and to his land in a few years return : : : But his heartless fate other things had in store : : : The years passed and the dreams of the return : : : Became a sweet memory and an issue of discussion : : : Rooted in the unhappy land and fell in deep thought : : : His youngsters now pull in other directions : : : The call of the homeland for them is an alien concern : : : To master Homer's sweet tongue poses a great challenge : : : He misses the beauty of the homeland he left behind : : : With teary eyes and great sorrow he counts the time : : : Listening to ballads of Kazantzidis on an old vinyl record : : : Damned be the moment he opened his wings to fly away : : : His deep thoughts and unbearable pain seek a way to escape : : : But solution there is none and the time does not roll back… : : : Stylianos K. Soutsos : : : P.S. How can I post it in Greek?

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