Now my moon has set –
there are no ‘joyful sisters’
in me, it seems –
and youth and love
and fun and friendship all
have fled.
The sky still turns,
but I, I alone am still.
Nov 2019
An earlier take on the same Greek verse appeared in the Words collection – I wrote it in 1990, or thereabouts. I was into reading Greek poems at the time.
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