‘Outside the window
a canary sings
the joy of life
even if the space is small
between the grey concretes of a soulless life,
without graces of green
in the song, the seeds, and the water.
It was the test of the angels
how possible it was for them to come close to men.
An aesthetic neoplasia roused up
troubled by the outermost traces of life,
it hated the birds’ songs,
it was disturbed every time it heard frogs croaking,
and the speech of the cock-crow sounded like another life
for a Herod who brings the dead silence of the grave.
What was it then without the kindness of the soul?
This is the learning cycle for all.
However many laws and however much wrathful power we raise up,
there stands an exhausting end for our bounds,
until that time when with a touch and feeling of soul
we will remember the Communion of Eden. …’
From the poem ‘Les Miserables’, by Yiannis Zisis
Cycle V: Crisis
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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)