Because I miss them!

Because the Greek Easter is looming and because the Greek Easter is a really quintessential Greek celebration and because these days I feel that I really miss my compatriots I dedicate to all of them a poem by George Seferis «Τhe Return of the exile»

«My old friend, what are you looking for?
after years abroad you’ve come back
with images you’ve nourished
under foreign skies
far from you own country.”

“I am looking for my old garden;
the trees come to my waist
and the hills resemble terraces
yet as a child
I used to play on the grass

under great shadows
and I would run for hours
breathless over the slopes.”

“My old friend, rest,
you’ll get used to it little by little;
together we will climb
the paths you once knew,
we will sit together
under the plane trees’ dome.
they’ll come back to you little by little,
your garden and your slopes.’’