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. …’


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

Cycle II: Tints of Likeness

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)