I am smitten by modern Greek poets, in particular by Christos Georgoussis, a retired schoolteacher who is one of the leading lights of Paros. Christos posts only poetry on his Facebook page, short snippets tossed off day to day. This one from yesterday was especially beautiful. He is describing Paros.
Lines and drawings in your notebook record the hills of the island. Straight lines and crooked curves and sharp endings of animal skins. Corners with all of the numbers of the fates, acute accents and grave, sloping planes, squares and threshing floors, cones and pyramids, the haunches of women and the peaks of femininity, hazy and domed churches, bodies that you dreamed of and you loved, the birthplace of rivers and sources, the hand-made art of a divine potter.
One of his friends posted a comment in response to this calling Christos “the most erotic poet ... writing about the most erotic island.”
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