The Divan of the Meadow


The mint and the osier

pipes of the wind,

saints of Aeolus,

lowly ascetics,

discharging dreams of scents like arrows,

changing the maps and the harbours

of the angel insects,

hospitable presences,

captains of liberation of the greensward. …’


Extract from the poem ‘The Divan of the Meadow’ by Yiannis Zisis

 Cycle I: ‘The Spirit of God hovered on the face of the waters

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)