Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
It’s raining
It’s dripping,
the drops trickle down the window glass
it’s seeping,
it’s trickling down,
it’s raining heavily in the mind.
It’s raining right into the poet’s heart and soul.
It’s raining and I’m wrapped in rain, because
I haven’t hidden a little smile until it turns gray
It’s raining, and it’s raining in my heart
it’s simply seeping down through my poems
it’s seeping down and soaking up everything
I’ve had so much rain
It’s the driving force of the rain that begins my day
and fills my night
The rain invariably accompanies my crying and longing,
it’s simply seeping down through my poems
It’s disturbing
It’s a veil that hangs over my senses
the rain is well on its way to dissolving all solid ground underfoot.
It’s raining constantly
It’s raining, raining and raining again
I can’t capture its extent.
