‘… Eden was something like this, each stone had a name and was hospitable to the angels. ‘…’ The house of the sprite remained a witness to hope in the depths of the age’s winter for the sake of the children’s spring. …’ |
From the poem ‘The Sprite of the Rock’, by Yiannis Zisis Cycle II: Tints of Likeness To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |