The Sprite of the Rock

 

‘…

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. …’

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From the poem ‘The Sprite of the Rock’, by Yiannis Zisis

Cycle II: Tints of Likeness

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)