Walking and dreaming

After years of silence, nobody remembered me. Almost nobody. Some even may have been annoyed that I came back. That the abyss did not swallow me. And I'm trying to survive. I am preparing the poetic collection Walking and Dreaming and writing four books at the same time, each of which fascinates me differently.
Winter 1983

 

Reviews

Walking and dreaming, review by Hector Kaknavatos, "In the service of transcendence"

Κριτική Ευάγγελου Μόσχου στη Νέα Εστία, το αυθεντικό

 

And not having earth to stand
I become a poem

I walk on Amfiaraos st
My house is there
Journeyed from the past
Half ship
Half stone oracle

I walk
On Amfiaraos st
and I lift on my back
my house
Basil and stone geraniums
And my feet in the water
To cross through matter

Secularity a heavy burden
The oracle is dripping
From the cracks in my house.

And I walk as a sublimation
abolishing
the sin
Once suspended in the rain
From azzure and glaucous
Once half-sank
Half-emerged
Like a hibiscus bent
By the weight of sleep

I walk on Amfiaraos st
Sprang like a flower within the dream
And I raise my purple buds
In prayer
Towards the timeless light
In prayer
To the hubris that my death has purified.
Amfiarao, 1981