In vain at the doors of tales
the clouds have stood
and knocked constantly upon the soul’s sounding-board.
The soul, sleeping through the centuries,
has not heard the knock.
But who knows what Nereus will say,
as a magus or as a cloud,
to the fate of men?
The sceptres of corruption will be ground down
on the whetstone of time,
but the clouds, eternally joyful, will change
perhaps like judges of our fate
in the fullness of time.’
From the poem ‘Clouds’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou
Cycle II: The Thread of Wholeness
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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)