Clouds

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

To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’
and check on the availability of the book.

(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)