The Tree outside Eden


An entire city

of rustlings and sighs of life,

flittings of sweet light

spreading and playing

like trembling childhood smiles of innocence.


And here are the plans of the mind,

they devise profit

as a ruse

to take the place of life,

in a merciless struggle for dominance

in which only weapons are strewn

on the overgrown roads

of beauty.


Numberless fallen trunks, piled high,

with rapidity are devoured

by the voracious mouth of the subterfuge

of life,

which builds sham castles

- of exile.


because the trees were now far off,


to the despicable death

of human artifices.’


From the poem ‘The Tree outside Eden’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou

Cycle I: The Lost Self

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)